Thomas Merton When the Trees Say Nothing, Sorin Books 2008
And now my whole being breathes the wind which blows through the belfry, and my hand is on the door through which I see the heavens. The door swings out upon a vast sea of darkness and of prayer. Will it come like this, the moment of my death? Will You open the door upon the great forest and set my feet upon a ladder under the moon, and take me out among the stars? pg 80
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