The Watcher Cat

The Watcher Cat

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Bare (But Not Ruined) Choirs

where late the sweet birds sang . . .

I took this photo of St. Cornelius Chapel on Governors Island. St. Cornelius, it turns out is a part of Trinity Church (Wall Street).

The church is imposing inside as well as out, with beautiful statined glass windows:

And the sanctuary boasts clean, spare lines, but offer a richness in simplicity:

Despite the tourists and art aficionados outside during my visit, St. Cornelius' Chapel provided me with a chance to step outside of time and the Twenty-first Century, and into Time Present and Time Past, which, at least in the Chapel,
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.
Is it enough? Oh, yes.

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