<h2><SPAN name="poem59"></SPAN>THE CREED TO BE</h2>
<p class="poetry">Our thoughts are moulding unmade spheres,<br/>
And, like a blessing or a curse,<br/>
They thunder down the formless years,<br/>
And ring throughout the universe.</p>
<p class="poetry">We build our futures by the shape<br/>
Of our desires, and not by acts.<br/>
There is no pathway of escape;<br/>
No priest-made creeds can alter facts.</p>
<p class="poetry">Salvation is not begged or bought;<br/>
Too long this selfish hope sufficed;<br/>
Too long man reeked with lawless thought,<br/>
And leaned upon a tortured Christ.</p>
<p class="poetry">Like shrivelled leaves, these worn-out creeds<br/>
Are dropping from Religion’s tree;<br/>
The world begins to know its needs,<br/>
And souls are crying to be free.</p>
<p class="poetry">Free from the load of fear and grief,<br/>
Man fashioned in an ignorant age;<br/>
Free from the ache of unbelief<br/>
He fled to in rebellious rage.</p>
<p class="poetry">No church can bind him to the things<br/>
That fed the first crude souls, evolved;<br/>
For, mounting up on daring wings,<br/>
He questions mysteries all unsolved.</p>
<p class="poetry">Above the chant of priests, above<br/>
The blatant voice of braying doubt,<br/>
He hears the still, small voice of Love,<br/>
Which sends its simple message out.</p>
<p class="poetry">And clearer, sweeter, day by day,<br/>
Its mandate echoes from the skies,<br/>
“Go roll the stone of self away,<br/>
And let the Christ within thee rise.”</p>
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