How Kind Time Is

Thomas Merton in the fields near the Abbey of Gethsemani. (Credit: Sybille Akers) At Thomas Merton’s Grave We can never be with loss too long. Behind the warped door that sticks, the wood thrush calls to the monks, pausing upon the stone crucifix, singing: “I am marvelous alone!” Thrash, thrash goes the hayfield: rows of […]