“Make ready for the face that speaks like lightning, uttering the new name of your exaltation deep in the vitals of your soul. Make ready for the Christ, Whose smile like lightning sets free the song of everlasting glory that now sleeps in your paper flesh, like dynamite.” Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours
time when Your
silence fills the world
when even birds cannot conceive
cannot dream of dawn; then my sallow skin will burst to
flame, freedom’s song will utter my name, and I will rise to glory through death’s darkest vein!
(16 September 2013)