My religion isn’t to a deity
There are no sacrifices except myself
I don’t bow to an alter
I don’t pray on my knees
However each day I breathe
I feel the air on my skin
Smell the Earth and water
Sense the spirits of unknown
Earth is my religion
Waking up to see the beauty
Hearing the crickets in the night
Or the lizard’s scales on the leaves
Seeing the rabbits feeding on the grass
Or the bobcat on the slick rock
Those are my religion
Walking in canyons of grand walls
Seeing the writings of the ancient past
Observing the deer drinking peacefully
Listening to the quietness engulf me
That is what I consider my religion
The peace of complete serenity
I get when I open my eyes at 3am
While sleeping under a million stars
And hear the coyote yelp goodnight
My religion is that sense of peace
Being able to smell the sage bush
Or see the first buds of the Apache Plume
Hearing the ripples in the stream
Watching the fall leaves descend
This is my true religion
I guess in a sense I do pray
Whenever I’m communing with nature
For the one glimpse I haven’t seen
Whenever I climb upon the peaks
And see the most spectacular view
I realize that if I would succumb to death
I would be completely satisfied
Because I am one with the Earth
Which I consider my religion
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