Night has come to the land. Bullfrogs, crickets, and one coyote; these are the only sounds. Stars, moon, and fireflies; these are the only lights. Here we live apart from the madness of a world that never rests. God’s landscape. God’s creatures. Home. Rest.
I lived in Chicago for 10 years, where night is lit by artificial lights. Sounds of traffic and gunfire fill the night. If you sleep with your window open someone comes in. Rest never comes.
I suppose you don’t have to live in the country to see what God created and know what it means to live your life sanely, but it sure helps.
“In the night of our technological barbarism, contemplatives must be as trees which exist silently in the dark and by their vital presence purify the air.” – Thomas Merton