A Bit of Rilke

Looking at some of Rilke's writings, I found this:

Religion is something infinitely simple, simpleminded. It is not knowledge, not the content of our emotion (for all possible content has already been granted from the beginning wherever a human being engages with life). It is neither duty nor renunciation; it is not limitation, but in the perfect expanse of the universe it is a direction of the heart.

I found that poetic metaphor of religion as a direction of the heart as something wonderful to contemplate. How do you respond to it?