Love’s Bible (Deleted stories)

I have no more faith in the eternities of old;
in the relics and old rubble of a Heaven cloaked in dust.
My God is a flower that will not be pressed
between the ruined writings of some ancient hand.
My God lives, forever, in today
and the fountain of her miracles
is found in all nature and the glittering mind of man.
Her sign is every infant; her divine messenger, the sun.
Her cross within our every kiss and her Hymns, our loving words.