when no one listens
to the quiet trees
when no one notices
the sun in the pool.
where no one feels
the first drop of rain
or sees the last star
or hails the first morning
of a giant world
where peace begins
and rages end:
one bird sits still
watching the work of God:
one turning leaf,
two falling blossoms,
ten circles upon the pond.
one cloud upon the hillside,
two shadows in the valley
and the light strikes home.
now dawn commands the capture
of the tallest fortune,
the surrender
of no less marvelous prize!
closer and clearer
than any wordy master,
thou inward Stranger
whom I have never seen,
deeper and cleaner
than the clamorous ocean,
seize up my silence
hold me in thy hand!
now act is waste
and suffering undone
laws become prodigals
limits are torn down
for envy has no property
and passion is none.
look, the vast light stands still
our cleanest light is one!
thomas merton