Patrick Day


Tuesday, July 14th, 2015


Why should I cherish in my heart a hope that devours me – the hope for perfect happiness in this life – when such hope, doomed to frustration, is nothing by despair.

My hope is in what the hand of man has never touched. Do not let me trust what I can grasp between my fingers. Death will loosen my grasp and my vain hope will be gone.

Let my hope be in Your love, not in health, or strength, or ability or human resources. 

Thomas Merton

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