Holy Places, meditation

An inelaborate laybrinth.

Venice — Cut across by a swath of palm shadow, the laybrinth at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church appears this morning as a kind of existential sundial. There is no guide, no gardener, no gathering crowd. It is made of humbly contrasting brick pavers. Near the entrance, there is a small vault with a stack of modestly printed flyers. They provide one way to approach the maze. Their paper is moist, having been in...