Many Mansions [*POEM*]



Where are they now, the ones who went before?
Dust and ashes, are they? Gone up in smoke
Into thin air? — Well then, who will adore
My love when I am dead and gone for broke?
Who will remember her when I am gone

And celebrate her loveliness and sing
Of sky blue days under a summer sun,
And who will hold her hand and wear her ring?

Who weaves life’s gorgeous tapestry, who spins
The many strands that make the magic maze
Of Fate and Chance, salvation and our sins,
Confounding us with his Mysterious Ways?
—God bless my darling, never let her die,

And in your many mansions let her lie.

— Xanadu, Imaginary Translations 

18 thoughts to “Many Mansions [*POEM*]”

  1. A footnote at the end of the article on near death experiences, also published today,

    . . . explains that the above poem is a suitable accompaniment to the same article on NDEs:

    LD: On an autobiographical note, let me state that I am a firm believer in near death experiences, although I have never had one myself. I have, however, been in constant contact with my long departed dead mother since March 20, 2018, when I underwent a traumatic experience which turned my life upside down and radically altered all my views. This poem of mine, published today, will serves as a suitable accompaniment to the above article. [LD]

    1. Hey, Sister Monica

      Don’t give me that highfalutin’ crap!

      I am skeptical about life after death! I’ve never had a near death experience in my life and I don’t want one! I’d be extremely disappointed to learn that a God exists — a God who, not content with foisting an unsolicited existence on me in this goddamn vale of tears, has other torments lined up for me in the “Beyond”.

      Forget it!

      1. The torments we can look forward to depend on what religion we have glommed onto. If you are a Christian you can expect some kind of purgatory or everlasting damnation and suffering. If you are into the reincarnation idea, you have a total of about 300 lives to look forward to. I’d say none of those lives are going to be particularly pleasant. It’s all supposedly for our own good: we need to develop, you see, and unhappiness and pain of every variety are the ways to get there. SMH…

        I was raised with the belief that God is all knowing and all powerful. I’ve never stopped asking that if this is true, he could have created a world where we are told when we are heading down the wrong path so that we may correct ourselves. Where we want to correct our behavior. But he chose to make a world where we just stumble around endlessly. Any messages are seen thru a glass darkly.

        1. @ Wyandotte

          Any messages are seen thru a glass darkly.

          Absolutely! As the much-maligned St Paul said, “We see through a glass darkly.” Don’t we all, as we stumble in the dark?

          Still, as someone quite famous said — I forget who: “Religion is different from everything else, because in religion seeking is finding.”

          I am so deeply moved by that: “SEEKING IS FINDING.”

      1. [The correct version is : “My father’s house has many rooms” [ John 14:2 ] . It’s not “mansions”, it’s “rooms”. There’s one house, I guess it’s a mansion, and the mansion has many rooms. Mansions usually have a lot of rooms.

        The title of the poem should be “Many Rooms”, NOT “Many Mansions”, and the last line should read : “And in a room in your mansion let her lie”.

        ADMIN, Sr. Monica: You don’t know what you’re talking about. “Many mansions” is found in every single Book of Quotations because this is the classic version in the St James Bible, also known as the “Authorized Version”. (Published in 1611). This is based on the original Latin Vulgate version of St Jerome, used throughout Christendom during the Middle Ages. Here it says:

        “In domo patris mei MANSIONES multae sunt.”
        “In my father’s house are MANY MANSIONS.”

        “Many rooms” is just another translation, a more more modern version.

        See here … scroll down to “King James Bible” :

        1. @ TROJ

          Put the book title “MANY MANSIONS” into google images
          and it gives you over TWENTY BOOKS all called “Many Mansions”.
          All by different authors. One is by Edgar Cayce.

          None of these writers use the silly title “MANY ROOMS”.
          It’s “MANY MANSIONS” every time! So Sister Monica is right.
          And Lasha is right to use the classic phrase hallowed by time.

          1. Elsewhere you will find the classic quote:
            “In my Father’s house are many mansions: I am the door.”

  2. A Mea Culpa :

    I was wrong not to adhere to the Latin Vulgate. I didn’t go to Douay Rheims and as a Catholic that’s The Bible I should have turned to first and foremost. And I didn’t even go to the classic King James bible, the “authorized version”. I went to a very modern translation of the bible. There ain’t no excuse. And I was also wrong to be so critical of the poem. The poem is actually pretty good [ compared to Lasha’s other death poems, lol ]. So I apologize. I’m sorry.

    I have a feeling I just lost whatever small little chance I might have had to meet Fr. John in the afterlife, I made such a YUGE biblical blunder. There ain’t no excuse. Some maudlin violin 🎻 music right now would fit my mood. 🙁

    1. @ TROJ

      I was wrong not to adhere to the Latin Vulgate. I didn’t go to Douay Rheims and as a Catholic that’s The Bible I should have turned to first and foremost. And I didn’t even go to the classic King James bible, the “authorized version”…

      Fair enough, but it so happens that the Catholic Douay Rheims version (which I have in front of me now) is virtually identical to the King James version. Both versions use the word “mansions”, not the word “rooms”.

      “In my Father’s house are many mansions.”
      (King James version, John 14:2)
      “In my Father’s house there are many mansions.”
      (Douay Rheims version, John 14:2).

  3. A damn fine poem as far as i am legit as judge of poetry.
    The older i get—and nothing unique about that alone, show me who doesn’t and i will show you someone brain-dead, irreversible dementia—the more my nights are crowded with people, family and pets that reside in those numerous mansions … invading my world before i invade theirs.

    here is one painting that Xanadu may find use for at some point

      1. The next poem coming up will have the picture. By the strangest coincidence it’s the perfect picture for the poem, though the poem was written over three months ago.

  4. *In my Father’s cosmos there are many planets.
    (multiverses even)

    Rumor has it this is the type of stuff Jesus told his near and dear disciples when they would gather in secluded hills and dales, far away from the madding mob, errrrr, I mean crowd.

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