Wednesday, December 20, 2017
The shadows fall. The stars appear. The birds begin to sleep. Night embraces the silent half of the earth. A vagrant, a destitute wanderer with dusty feet, finds his way down a new road. A homeless God, lost in the night, without papers, without identification, without even a number, a frail expendable exile lies down in desolation under the sweet stars of the world and entrusts Himself to sleep.
- Thomas Merton
From Jim Forest (on the little book, "Essential Writings" ). I too, think that this collection of quotes are a pretty good sy...