" Every moment and every event of every man's life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men. Most of these unnumbered seeds perish and are lost, because men are not prepared to receive them: for such seeds as these cannot spring up anywhere except in the good soil of freedom, spontaneity and love."-Thomas Merton
Freedom, spontaneity and love are so great in of themselves, it is hard for me to fathom them spiritually fertile to receive seeds to grow. Merton's words make me wonder which seeds have been perished or lost because I was burdened with guilt, consumed with the regiment of schedule, and wallowing in loneliness? Too many I regret to confess. But in my recognition I grow.
we are free
ReplyDeleteto let things fall unknown and perish
or see them sacred
as they were meant to be