As others of us have found in our quest for spiritual peace, the comfort resounds not in close proximity to those self-proclaiming a connection to that which--many in vestments, as well as those in white shirts fluttering atop their bicycles--deem an exclusive privilege bequeathed the "faithful." The "quest" for spiritual wealth seems an open right to everyone, needing not a go-between-judge, or particular sheltering beneath worshiping spired cover. Rather--as the subtext of your exploration here suggests--spiritual omniscience is held by Nature for our discovery in a myriad of opportunities. History is full of such moments, bringing tranquility to both the religious and the atheist. "No comfort there" is the oft felt,but seldom uttered reality of many. Thank you for the simple, yet poignant verity of everyday for the many.

This is an amazing poem, Ruan, absolutely amazing. There is not one word there which shouldn't be there. Each verse said what it was supposed to say. The truth unveiled itself completely and devoid of any spiritual trash talk . . . Saving this . . .

A simple truth: Cathedrals are monuments to men. Can't compare to a sunset. Amen.