“Today, Father, this blue sky lauds you.
The delicate green and orange flowers of the tulip poplar tree praise you.
The distant blue hills praise you, together with the sweet-smelling air that is full of brilliant light.
The bickering flycatchers praise you with the lowing cattle and the quails that whistle over there.
I too, Father, praise you, with all these, my brothers, and they give voice to my own heart and to my own silence.
We are all one silence with a diversity of voices.”
~ Thomas Merton
(from Thomas Merton’s Book of Hours by Kathleen Deignan)