Sometimes a man rises from the supper table 
and goes outside.  And he keeps on going 
because somewhere to the east there’s a church. 
His children bless his name as if he were dead. 

Another man stays at home until he dies, 
stays with plates and glasses. 
So, then it is his children who go out 
into the world, seeking the church that he forgot. 

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926).