All things change and die and disappear.
Questions arrive, assume their actuality, and disappear.
In this hour I shall cease to ask them
and silence shall be my answer.
The world that Your love created,
that the heat has distorted,
that my mind is always misinterpreting,
shall cease to interfere with our voices.
Questions arrive, assume their actuality, and disappear.
In this hour I shall cease to ask them
and silence shall be my answer.
The world that Your love created,
that the heat has distorted,
that my mind is always misinterpreting,
shall cease to interfere with our voices.
Thomas Merton
from Dialogues with Silence
photo: Peter Bowers