Sacred Heart 2 (A Fragment–)

Geography comes to an end,
Compass has lost all earthly north,
Horizons have no meaning
Nor roads an explanation:

I cannot even hope for any special borealis
To rouse my darkness with a brief “Hurray”!

O flaming Heart,
Unseen and unimagined in this wilderness,

You, You alone are real, and here I’ve found You.
Here will I love and praise You in a tongueless death,
Until my white devoted bones,
Long bleached and polished by the winds of this Sahara,
Relive at Your command,
Rise and unfold the flowers of their everlasting spring.

–By Thomas Merton, from “The Collected Poems of Thomas Merton”


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