the law hath not been dead
though it hath been asleep




Balance Scale


2 women in front of a light colored rambler station wagon



























The shadows fall. The stars appear. The birds begin to sleep. Night embraces the silent half of earth. A vagrant, a destitute wanderer with dusty feet, finds his way down a new road. A homeless God, lost in the night, without papers, without identification, without even a number, a frail expendable exile lies down in desolation under the sweet stars of the world and entrusts Himself to sleep.

 Thomas Merton photo