I regularly attend meetings with a group called Humanists West, a regional affiliate group of the Humanist Association of Ireland. One of the gentlemen who attends the meetings, Tom White, wrote a rather beautiful poem which I feel succinctly encapsulates Humanism. I will let the poem speak for itself.
A Fellow Man
I have no prayers or charms of faith
If God there be, He’ll know my weight
If God be nought, I’ll still do good
And practice justice as I should
We should not seek reward to do
What decency expects us to
Should Heaven be a kingly court
I’ll go elsewhere to prove my worth
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve sought belief
But lust for faith brought no relief
Mere logic leaves me where I stand
I am not blest, nor am I damned
I seek to do what good I can
I am your friend, a fellow man
