Listen to the southern wind
Where the grass is brown
Live beneath this pine
In wind and rain
Listen to the woods
Listen to the ground
O listen
Where the bird abides
And sings alone
The sun grows pale
Where passes One
Who bends no blade or fern
Listen to His word
Where the fields end
Thou shalt be my friend
And where the bird is gone
Thou shalt be My son
Thanks to Stephen McGrath (and his Contemplatio mailing list) for inspiring me to share this beautiful poem by Thomas Merton suggested by one Friar Elias
As Stephen writes: ‘Fr. Elias studied as a novice under Merton’s direction and as with many American spiritual seekers he has been profoundly inspired by his poetic earthy mysticism and call to contemplative prayer’
Joy in Enough 