In the stillness of the ancient stone,

Where the Cathedral stands so grand,

We search for answers, all alone,

But in the silence, no one understands.

The meaning of it all remains a mystery.

A force that we can barely comprehend,

A presence that we feel so urgently,

Yet cannot grasp, nor fully apprehend.

We look to the past, to ancient myths,

And to the present, in our daily lives,

We seek those signs, of truth’s sweet kiss,

only find that new doubts inevitably arise.

But search we must, for in the search, we find

A sense of purpose and a peace of mind.