After the sermon...

I entered into God's Cathedral.

Not a church built with man's hands, but by the merest thought of God.

Here, I could see the mightiest- and how small they were.

I could see the smallest- and how great they were.

And I could see the greatness and smallness in myself.

In the silence, I could diligently seek Him.

And find Him in every step.

In the singing I could hear His Glory;

in the air, smell His censor.

My, but there are a lot of pews!

But they are scattered in every direction!

That's because, in this cathedral,

God is everywhere.

What do you come seeking?

Hope.

And do you find it?

If I am patient...

...Because she is often well-hidden.

This, then, is unlike any other church!

Well, except in one respect.

You see, here there is only one other congregant;

and even here...

...Sometimes I'd like to boot him right in the butt!