Knew I'd eat and love, but didn't think I'd pray

There was a "pray only" section at St. Peter's that I was curious to scope out. I entered a quiet room of people and sat in the back corner with intentions of observing the room. Now, I'm not religious, I don't go to church, and I don't know how to pray; however, as soon as I sat down, I was overcome with emotion. Feelings that I can't describe in words. As I sat there and looked up at the sculptures of saints, angels and other holy figures, something came over me and I was flooded with tears.
I was bewildered by my uncontrollable tears. I was not sad. I was feeling particularly lucky and thankful. But, somehow, I felt so insignificant and overwhelmed by the idea of something bigger than us. I believed it, whatever it was, that we are not alone in this world. It was more powerful than what my imagination would allow.