'Hope takes us entirely out of this world while we remain bodily in the midst of it. Our minds retain their clear views of what is good in creatures. Our wills remain chaste and solitary in the midst of all created beauty...' Thomas Merton, No Man Is An Island
Clear and whole,
the moon waits,
patient,
solitary self
chastly gazing
to the blazing east
to the new sun,
the good day.
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