“There is not a flower that opens, not a seed that falls into the ground, and not an ear of wheat that nods on the end of its stalk in the wind that does not preach and proclaim the greatness and mercy of God to the whole world.
There is not an act of kindness or generosity, not an act of sacrifice done, or a word of peace and gentleness spoken, not a child’s prayer uttered, that does not sing hymns to God.”
Thomas Merton, “Friday Psalm Prayer,” A Book of Hours
from the still-warm earth
climbs rough trunks to
to where leaves still burnin golden flames.