In the stillness of the ancient stone,
Where Winchester Cathedral stands so grand,
We search for answers, all alone,
In the silence, where no one understands.
The meaning of God, 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,
For signs of the divine, for truth's sweet kiss,
But all we find are doubts and new questions arise.
But still we search, for in the search, we find
A sense of purpose, a peace of mind.