The living Spirit and liturgical calendar
Day after day the sun shone on the blue waters of the sea, and on the islands of the bay, and on the white sand at the head of the bay, and on the little white houses strung along the hillside.
Day after day the sun shone on the blue waters of the sea, and on the islands of the bay, and on the white sand at the head of the bay, and on the little white houses strung along the hillside. I remember looking up into the sky, and taking it into my head to worship one of the clouds, which was shaped at one end like the head of Minerva with a helmet – like the head of the armed lady on the big British pennies.
THOMAS MERTON
FROM WHEN THE TREES SAY NOTHING: WRITINGS ON NATURE, ED. KATHLEEN DEIGNAN (SORIN BOOKS, 2003)
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