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The Rain & the Rhinoceros | Tracey Mershon

The Rain & the Rhinoceros

I just love this Thomas Merton passage that my dear friend Kathryn sent to me just before my trip back to my “beloved catskills” this past summer. It seemed appropriate then, but will forever strike chords in my heart, I think. Thanks, Kathryn!

“I came up here from the monastery last night, sloshing through the cornfield, said Vespers, and put some oatmeal on the Coleman stove for supper. It boiled over while I was listening to the rain and toasting a piece of bread at the log fire. The night became very dark. The rain surrounded the whole cabin with its enormous virginal myth, a whole world of meaning, of secrecy, of silence, of rumor. Think of it: all that speech pouring down, selling nothing, judging nobody, drenching the thick mulch of dead leaves, soaking the trees, filling the gullies and crannies of the wood with water, washing out the places where men have stripped the hillside! What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone, in the forest, at night, cherished by this wonderful, unintelligible, perfectly innocent speech, the most comforting speech in the world, the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges, and the talk of the watercourses everywhere in the hollows!

Nobody started it, nobody is going to stop it. It will talk as long as it wants, this rain. As long as it talks I am going to listen. But I am also going to sleep, because here in this wilderness I have learned how to sleep again. Here I am not alien. The trees I know, the night I know, the rain I know. I close my eyes and instantly sink into the whole rainy world of which I am a part, and the world goes on with me in it, for I am not alien to it.”
—Thomas Merton, from the essay “The Rain and the Rhinoceros”

1 Comments on “The Rain & the Rhinoceros

  1. On behalf of the four or five friends to whom I’ve forwarded this gem, let me add my thanks to Kathryn and to Tracey.

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