Religion has no monopoly of the sacredWe all have the right to a full moonThis rapture is our birthrightSuch is the splendour of our dwelling-placeIt’s glory reaches even unto the skies

No-one can stop us seeingThe reckless extravagance of a sunsetNo-one can close our earsTo what the small birds are sayingAnd the windy rhetoric of trees

Only we can do thatBy closing ourselves up In small rooms in big citiesAnd looking for salvation elsewhere.

(from THE NEW ORDER copyright E. J. Ward 2015)