The Mystic
Content with the pattering raindrops.
Content with one chirping bird.
Content with a passing train whistle
Content with prayers without words.
Content with hands open and waiting.
Not reaching ahead nor behind.
Content with not having the answers.
And to this simple moment resign.
Rain waters the earth,
Plants stretch and grow.
And enriching it all,
A silent earthworm below.
Content with remote labors unseen.
“Our task is one of very remote preparation, a kind of arduous and unthanked pioneering.”
Thomas Merton
