“The Messenger” (Thomas Merton) There is some sentry at the rim of winterFed with the speech the wind makesIn the grand belfries of the sleepless timber.He understands the lasting strife of tears,And the way the world is strung;He waits to warn all life with the tongue of March’sbugle,Of the coming of the warrior sun.When spring has garrisoned up her army of water,A million grasses leave their tents, and stand in rowsTo see their invincible brother.Mending the winter’s ruins with their laughter,The flowers go out to their undestructive wars. Walk in the woods and be witnesses,You, the best of these poor … Continue reading SEA OF ROSARIES: BLACK MADONNA OF LORETO (THE CANTICLE OF MARY)