Day Nine of Shrines for Mary

 

May today's offering reflect the light in your own heart :

 

an old bent tin and glass shrine,

lovingly gilded,

an old chipped statue,

highlighted and sanctified with

a few strokes of the brush,

a hand made clay sacred heart on fire,

an old holy card image,

a rosary brought back from Notre Dame

and my favourite

poem by

Thomas Merton (Maria Lodevicus)

 

 

IN SILENCE

 

Be still

Listen to the stones of the wall,

be silent, they try

to speak your

 

Name.

Listen to the living walls.

Who are you?

Who

Are you? Whose

silence are you?



Who (be quiet)

Are you (as these stones

Are quiet). Do not

Think of what you are

Still less of

What you may one day be.

Rather

Be what you are (but who?) be

The unthinkable one

You do not know.

 



 

O be still, while

You are still alive,

And all things live around you

Speaking (I do not hear)

To your own being,

Speaking by the Unknown

That in you and in themselves.

 

 

 

'I will try, like them

To be my own silence :

and this is difficult.

 



 

The whole

World is secretly on fire.  The stones

Burn, even the stones

They burn me. How can a man be still or

Listen to all things burning? How can he dare

To sit with them when

All their silence

is on fire?"

 

 

 

 

Please visit others on this ninth day of Pilgrimage of Marys

at

Rebecca at http://corazon.typepad.com/recuerda_mi_corazon/

 

 

 

blessings