How long we wait, with minds as quiet as time,
Like sentries on a tower.
How long we watch, by night, like the astronomers.
Heaven, when will we hear you sing,
Arising from our grassy hills,
And say: “The dark is done, and Day
Laughs like a Bridegroom in His tent, the lovely sun,
His tent the sun, His tent the smiling sky!”?
How long we wait with minds as dim as ponds
While stars swim slowly homeward in the water of
our west!
Heaven, when will we hear you sing?
Thomas Merton. Collected Poems.
New York: New Directions Press, 1977: 89-90.
3 comments:
so many of his are favorites.... what a wonderful choice in this one...what incredible "timing"....thank you.
That was beautiful, Pen...
So beautiful; thank you! The gorgeous photo is the perfect compliment to the poem.
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