I Do Not Need a God

I do not practice religion in accordance with the sacred rights I have made mysterious nature my religion clad not in priestly garments Is there one place in a town that is better adapted to meditation than another when I gaze at a sunset sky and spend hours contemplating its marvelous ever changing beauty an extraordinary emotion overwhelms me Nature in all its vastness is truthfully reflected in my sincere though feeble soul around me are the trees stretching up their branches to the skies The perfumed flowers gladdening the meadow the gentle grass carpetted earth, and my hands unconsciously assume an attitude of adoration to feel the supreme and moving beauty of the spectacle to which nature invites her ephemeral guests This is what I call my prayer