I was visiting Yorkminster Cathedral one evening and entered just as a funeral service was ending. The organ filled the space and the few mourners filed out, leaving only tourists largely oblivious to the passing of a soul or that they were wandering in a space that remained a place of worship and solace for a local community. Not sure if my awareness of that made me any better.
Where only moments before
a death was mourned
And a life rejoiced
The tourists wandered in
The notes of the organ
Still faintly echoing
in the vaults
And as the tears dried
And washed the stone floor
All waited for the evening
When all would return
To where, for centuries,
Peace restored remained