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I pick up a long-ignored Book of Hours* now to find a match to the silence all around. The birds have already had their “hour” of waking and presently are busy with the day. The sun is up and shining in silent glory and I sit in gratitude with Thomas Merton’s spirit, imaging him on the grounds of the Abbey of Gethsemani writing the following: Thank God for the hill, the sky, the morning sun, the manna on the ground which every morning renews our lives. (The Sign of Jonas, p. 327)

*Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours, edited by Kathleen Deignan