It is God’s love that warms me in the sun and
God’s love
That sends
the cold rain. It is God’s love that
feeds me in
the bread I eat,
and God that
feeds me also by hunger and
fasting.
It is the
love of God that sends the winter days
when I am
cold and sick
and the hot
summer when I labor and my
clothes are
full of sweat:
but it is
God Who breathes on me with light
winds off
the river
and in the
breezes out of the wood.
His love
spreads the shade of the sycamore
over my head
. . .
It is God’s
love that speaks to me in the birds
and streams;
But also
behind the clamor of the city God
speaks to me
in His judgments,
and all
these things are seeds sent to me from His will.
If these seeds
would take root in my liberty,
and His will
would grow from my freedom,
I would
become the love that He is, and my
Harvest would
be
His glory
and my own joy. ~ Thomas Merton, (New Seeds of Contemplation, pp. 16-17)
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