A friendly non-believer on visiting a church:
What this accoutred frowsty barn is worth
It pleases me to stand in silence here;Philip Larkin, "Church Going"
A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognized, and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete,
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round.