For those not keen on the idea of God
Replete with majesty of crown and rod,
A newer notion, less personified,
And not inclined to thunder and to chide
Has now emerged in consciousness as Source:
A more prolific notion to endorse,
A Providence whose aim is to provide,
A matriarch in whom we can confide,
A womb from which beatitude proceeds.
The Source of what each creature dearly needs,
This plentiful benevolence avails
Itself like wind to those who raise their sails,
Like manna falling from the empty sky,
An energy we need not deify.