Let no one hope to find in contemplation an escape from conflict, from anguish or from doubt. On the contrary, the deep, inexpressible certitude of the contemplative experience awakens a tragic anguish and opens many questions in the depths of the heart like wounds that cannot stop bleeding. For every gain in deep certitude there is a corresponding growth of superficial 'doubt.'–Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation, p. 12
God speaks to us as He makes us,
then walks with us silently
out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
"You, sent out beyond your
recall, go to the limits
of your longing.
Flare up like flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you;
beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose Me.
Nearby is the country
they call life.
You will know it by it's seriousness.
Give me your hand."
–Rainer Maria Rilke
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