My religion is dawn or evening, sun or moonlight, smiles and laughter, a help getting up, the extra pillow on the hospital bed, the absence of difference among folks; a song, a sigh, a thank-you note. My religion is the prairie, the mountain, the snow and sleet, the intense heat of the summer beach sand under my feet, the smell of spring out my back door, or ghost-breath in the November morning. My religion is you, is me, is all of us and all of our hopes and fears, loves and wishes, loaves and fishes, croissants and knishes. My religion is right here, right now. May I offer you some? I hope so.
Nick Hilton - Reflections 