Praises and canticles anticipate
Each day the singing bells that wake the sun,
But now our psalmody is done.
Our hasting souls outstrip the day;
Now before dawn, they have their noon.
The truth that transsubstantiates the body's night
Has made our minds His temple tent;
Open the secret eye of faith
And drink these deeps of invisible light.
-Thomas Merton
(an excerpt from the poem After the Night Office--Gethsemani Abbey)
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