If we distill indoctrination
Out of spirit and of faith,
Swilling only what is truth,
Sipping Love, Eschewing Hate?
We may all imbibe the warmth,
Go with the grain, and feel the taste,
As it flows through the liquid whole
Of not just us, but all of space.
For dogma will not save a soul.
A synod knows where man resides.
If God has means to consecrate,
The blessing we know not besides?
It does not come from sacred books,
Nor will we summon grace from creeds.
The mystery of the divine
Reveals itself in words and deeds.