One poem that stands out in a favourite compilation, essentially because it was written in days when 

religion was very much to the fore, is "An Agnostic's Creed" by Walter Malone (1866-1915).  Some of

its verses resonate particularly strongly with me these days.  Here are three of them - from a total of eight.

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They are all alike, these churches: Mohammedan, Christian, Parsee,

You are vile, you are cursed, you are outcast, if you be not as they be;

But my Reason stands against them, and I go as it bids me go,

Its calls are as calls of a trumpet,  and I follow for weal or woe.

 

Oh! that God of gods is glorious, the emperor of every land;

He carries the moon and the planets in the palm of His mighty hand;

He is girt with the belt of Orion, he is Lord of the suns and stars,

A wielder of constellations, Canopus, Arcturus and Mars!

 

I believe in Love and Duty, I believe in the True and the Just:

I believe in the common kinship of everything born from dust.

I hope that the Right will triumph, that the sceptered Wrong will fall;

That Death will at last be defeated, that the Grave will not end all.

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So - there is the sort of open minded thinking I can relate to in an age that seems as confused as

ever by the human tendency to place categories of control and expectation upon our hopes and prayers.