Tuesday of the Second Week of Eastertide
He turns a desert into pools of water, a parched land
into springs of water.
The way to find the real "world" is not merely to measure and
observe what is outside us, but to discover our own inner ground. For
that is where the world is, first of all: in my deepest self.
Thomas Merton. Contemplation in A World of Action
In the Saline Valley
Night comes in
over the Inyo mountains.
We have been soaking in hot spring water
in the palm of the desert.
We are strangers come from a green place
to a dry and stony terrain,
where the water is coming out of the earth
as balm and prayer.
Cool air livens our skin on the walk back to camp
beneath the constellations' menagerie
the studding shimmer of God
The rocks causing us to stumble in the dark
over the footpaths of our making,
our hands useless
their power in the touching
the source of the spring;
the boundaries of skin
over sharp stones;
the far eastern sky
of love breaking.