Thomas Merton
At the beginning of May, I think: Our Lady is coming gradually to be the whole of my interior life. And the more I leave everything to her, the simpler everything becomes, and the easier I travel. And this morning I was reading marvelous things from Adam of Perseigne about Mary being "the way". She is that. Through her we come quickly to -- everything.
At Mass I have hardly been able to think of anything but Our Lady. Either that, or else I sink down Into the depths where God is found alone. But to do that is to be occupied implicitly with her, for she is the way there. Yet I do not say I do all of this easily – I am surrounded by distractions and yet drawn into this love of her in spite of them.
More and more I abandon anything of my own that might seem to be a 'technique of prayer' and throw myself upon her mercy, leaving myself to be moved and guided by her, certain that she alone, by God's dispensation and decree, can help my helplessness.
A Year with Thomas Merton
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