A Creed Poem by Edwin Markham

A Creed

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There is a destiny that makes us brothers:
None goes his way alone:
All that we send into the lives of others
Comes back into our own.

I care not what his temples or his creeds,
One thing holds firm and fast
That into his fateful heap of days and deeds
The soul of man Is cast.

David 27 October 2019

When going through family papers, we found a scrap of paper with the first stanza of this poem written on it. It was written by Mary Burkhard, my wife's grandmother. She and her husband had gone from Indiana to Dhamtari, India about 1900 to start an orphanage there. There were many orphans because there was a famine about that time. Mary's husband, Jacob, died there of an infection at a young leaving Mary with three small children.

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Ginger Huval 29 August 2017

Love this poem! Never heard of Edwin Markham before, let alone A Creed. My father was a WWII veteran and was stationed in England in 1942. I found a letter he had written to his sister which he ended with a quote from A Creed. I thought it was a beautiful sentiment and searched to find the title and poet who wrote it.

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