I pick my religion carefully,
By the poetry and the stories in its book,
By kindness and wisdom, but more
By how beautiful its churches look.
Paintings of beauties with downcast eyes
Are enough religion for me,
But I’ll also take heaven and light
Elucidated scientifically.
The idea of God apart from creation
Is a pretty good metaphor for love,
Though I’m not high on metaphor,
For what does metaphor have to do with love?
It’s my business, really, to love,
And to do what I want with love. Well, not really.
Actually, I picked this religion because
Nice never forgives,
And mean always does.
