We always light a candle for Mack in the various churches we visit. Today we each lit a candle at Michaelerkirche circa 1217. The ancient church was a hub of activity today; you can see a guy carrying a ladder in the background of the photo, he climbed up to change lightbulbs while we were there. There was a choir practicing Gregorian chants and others helping folks at the Information Table. We sat for a while and enjoyed the energy.
I couldn’t help but reflect upon a quote I read earlier in the day from Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941):
In desperate hope I go and search for her in all the corners of my house. I find her not.
My house is small and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my Lord, and seeking her I have come to thy door.
3 thoughts on “Infinite Mansion”
Chris – your and Rabindranath’s resplendent reflections reminded me a bit of some excerpts from WB Yeats’ Song of the Wondering Aengus (Yeats and Tagore endorsed each other’s work):
” … Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
… And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.”
Thanks Dan! The reflection is actually Elizabeth’s. Thank you for the wonderful selection from Yeats.