A small seed sowed in the field. I am back to the part of darkness in
my prayer. As the seed opens in the ground, so the soul opens in the
ground, in the dark. Over the last decade, with each faltering step I
took into this darkness, my prayer — a prayer of no words — found
deeper roots. This way of prayer is the dark way of silence. This way
takes leave of discourse, of the mind, and turns to the heart, the
dwelling place of God.
~ from CIRCLING TO THE CENTER by Susan M. Tiberghien
A saint is a person who practices the keystone human virtue of humility. Humility in the face of wealth and plenty, humility in the face of hatred and violence, humility in the face of strength, humility in the face of your own genius or lack of it, humility in the face of another's humility, humility in the face of love and beauty, humility in the face of pain and death. Saints are driven to humbling themselves before all the splendor and horror of the world because they perceive there to be something divine in it pulsing and alive beneath the hard dead surface of material things -- greater and purer than they are.
