There must be a time of day when the man who makes plans
forgets his plans, and acts if he had no plans at all.
There must be a time of day when the man who has
to speak falls very silent.
And his mind forms no more propositions, and he asks himself:
Did they have a meaning?
There must be a time when the man who prays goes to pray
as if it were the first time in his life
he had ever prayed,
when the man of resolutions puts his
as if they had all been broken,
and he learns a different wisdom:
Distinguishing the sun from the moon,
the stars from the darkness,
the sea from dry land,
and the night sky from the shoulder of a hill.
No Man is an Island
Heaven and Earth were finished, down to the last detail. By the seventh day God had finished his work. On the seventh day he rested from all his work. God blessed the seventh day. He made it a Holy Day because on that day he rested from his work, all the creating God had done. This is the story of how it all started, of Heaven and Earth when they were created. Genesis 2:2-4
2 thoughts on “At close of day”
Oh my, I can hardly read for those beautiful pictures. *sigh*
There is such glory in the close of day — as I go to bed each night, I think of the end of another day. It makes me think of that childhood prayer — “Now I lay me down to sleep..”
That has nothing to do with this post, but for some reason it made me think of that. 🙂
I love the poem. How beautiful is that phrasing — “there must be…”
I love the close of day as well…..when I can just take a deep breath and release everything back to God! I love Thomas Merton’s writings so much…..Always touches my soul somewhere deep. Thank you for visiting! Lori