Merton’s, One Silence

Here today, dear Father
This blue-sky lauds You
Green and orange flowers
Of poplar, praise You too

Blue hills in the distant
Join with praise, ignite
With sweet-smelling air
Full of brilliant light

Bickering flycatchers
Praise with cattle lowing
Quails of whistle sweet
Together all are flowing

I too, Father praise you
With all, in alliance
Give voice to my own heart
And to my own silence

We are all one silence
And in this moment, see
A beauty of uniqueness
Voice of diversity

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