From Thomas Merton, “Dialogues With Silence”

O little forests, meekly
Touch the snow with low branches!!
O covered stones
Hide the house of growth!

Vegetal words,
Unlettered water, Daily zero.

Pray undistracted
Curled tree
Carved in steel!—
Buried zenith!

Fire, turn inward
To your weak fort,
To a burly infant spot
A house of nothing.

O peace, bless this mad place:
Silence, love this growth.

O silence, golden zero
Unsetting sun

Love winter when the plant says nothing.

~ Thomas Merton, “Dialogues With Silence,”
p. 183

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