Just a random poem I wrote about my own faith, Paganism. It doesn't really explain much, but I think it's pretty. The rhythm messes up here and there, but if you "say" it right, it sounds good nonetheless.
She sits on a hill
Caressed by a breeze
With twigs in her hair
And dirt on her knees
She finished the dance of joy to the world
And now rests still
Listening to sunshine
And the grasshopper trill
The deities of summer
The nymphs of the wood
Played their pipes
As only they could
This step is done
But the dance never ends
It continues till her spirit flees
From her body and sends
It's being back to the earth
And it becomes earth again
So the dance is re-used
For all in the world's glen
There is poetry in the sky
And words in the earth
And those who are attuned to it
Can ascertain it's worth
It's faith in the sky
Faith in the ground
Faith that isn't taught
Faith that is found
There are no books
Nothing good forbidden
No sin to be feared
No values hidden
Everything goes
In this dance of faith
Every spirit is acknowledged
All energy and wraith
It is nature-worship, life-worship
Participation in the dance
No hidden poisons here
Just faith and chance
No loving hands to catch us
No omnipotent God
Just the knowledge that life goes on
However many think it odd
Nature is a mother
But a twin-edged sword
She lifts with one hand
But the other holds a cord
The cycle must go on
And sometimes we get hung
But the life-dance goes on
The pipers tune is sung
The life-energy that spans
From this universe on
Is the same to all
Every sunset every dawn
