Spirituality of Shear Bolts

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong …

Men Without Visions

So what choice remains?To be ordinary is no choice:It is the usual freedomOf men without visions. Thomas Merton Today we finish unpacking Thomas Merton’ poem “In the soul of the serene disciple”  and I remember a dance which never fails to bring bittersweet moisture to my eyes. My wife Kay and I had been ushered …

In His Emptiness

We come now to what I think is, for some,  the most problematic part of the Merton poem we have been unpacking for several weeks now,  but I think it is possibly the most powerful stanza of poem. Click here to read the poem in its entirety. Last week I dealt with the first part …

A Lucky Wind

I want to return to our discussion of the Thomas Merton poem, “When in the Soul of the Serene Disciple.”  If you have not read the full poem or need a refresher you can find the complete text here.  The previous stanza rings with relational tension as “Friends as well as stars are angry with …

A Small Thing

I sat on the ground having just been run over by an an escaping pig. Brushing its hoof prints from my shirt, I pulled out my phone and Googled, “Loading pigs.” Surprisingly, the search retrieved several videos, but my favorite featured an old, wrinkled farmer from North Dakota who pronounced with a twinkle in his …