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| my photo from Cathedral |
Poverty our charity and helplessness our tongue-tied sermon.
Beyond the scope of sight or sound we dwell upon the air
Seeking the world’s gain in an unthinkable experience.
We are exiles in the far end of solitude, living as listeners
With hearts attending to the skies we cannot understand:
Waiting upon the first far drums of Christ the Conqueror,
Planted like sentinels upon the world’s frontier.
—Thomas Merton (1915-1968)
Thanks beth -
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Cosmic ***
The poverty of
the Christ
cerries the heart
away
from city streets
to stars -
Life weeps
for the little ones
intent to progress
far-
Could it be
and
is it are ?
That loves
transformed
into a car _
happy blessings _____________ bobk
I just want to say thank you for this wonderful site. It brings me a great sense of peace. Thank you.
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