document.write("And an old priest said, \\\"Speak to us of Religion.\\\"<br /><br />And he said:<br /><br />Have I spoken this day of aught else?<br /><br />Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,<br /><br />And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?<br /><br />Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?<br /><br />Who can spread his hours before him, saying, \\\"This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body?\\\"<br /><br />All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.<br /><br />He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.<br /><br />The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.<br /><br />And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.<br /><br />The freest song comes not through bars and wires.<br /><br />And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.<br /><br />Your daily life is your temple and your religion.<br /><br />Whenever you enter into it take with you your all.<br /><br />Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute,<br /><br />The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight.<br /><br />For in revery you cannot rise above your achievements nor fall lower than your failures.<br /><br />And take with you all men:<br /><br />For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes nor humble yourself lower than their despair.<br /><br />And if you would know God be not therefore a solver of riddles.<br /><br />Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.<br /><br />And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.<br /><br />You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.");