Tuesday, October 6, 2015

I already failed at the 31-day challenge so here's a poem I love as an apology.

It was a lucky wind
That blew away his halo with his cares,
A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

Here you will find
neither a proverb nor a memorandum.
There are no ways,
no methods to admire.

Where poverty is no achievement.
His God lives in emptiness like an affliction.

What choice remains?
Well, to be ordinary is not a choice:
It is the usual freedom
Of men without visions.

Thomas Merton