“There must be a time of day when the man who makes plans
forgets his plans, and acts as if he had no plans at all.”
― Thomas Merton, A Book of Hours’
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in the deep stillness of a summer afternoon
as the breeze stills
and the heat is thick
a quietude of soul comes
as enervated
we sit
and sip a drink
lazily watching
the clouds move by increments
through a leaden sky
contemplating nothing
we are
exactly where we need to be
it is a
Sacred moment
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