Religion

And an old priest said,
Speak to us of religion.

And he said:
Have i spoken this day of aught else?
Is not religion all deeds and all reflection.
And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?
Who can seperate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupation?
Who can spread his hours before him, saying,
"This for god and this for myself; this for my soul and this other for my body"?
All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self...

From the book,"The Prophet." by Jibran Khalil Jibran