Tuesday, May 29, 2018

The Quickening of St. John the Baptist

my photo from Cathedral 
Night is our diocese and silence is our ministry
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)


  1. Thanks beth -

    so this ___________

    Cosmic ***

    The poverty of
    the Christ
    cerries the heart
    from city streets
    to stars -

    Life weeps
    for the little ones
    intent to progress

    Could it be
    is it are ?

    That loves
    into a car _

    happy blessings _____________ bobk

  2. I just want to say thank you for this wonderful site. It brings me a great sense of peace. Thank you.


From Dorothy Day’s editorial in the Catholic Worker on the atomic bombing of Hiroshima on August 6, 1945.