tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700754688824249509.post4648535942871161630..comments2020-05-04T11:11:44.562-05:00Comments on feral spirituality: belief as prologuet.l.h.hellerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02633375108151144635noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7700754688824249509.post-52111557627924611212008-05-26T18:57:00.000-05:002008-05-26T18:57:00.000-05:00i arrive here, a simple leaf gently settling down ...i arrive here, a simple leaf gently settling down on your pond, stirred first by your reference to merton, then by your poetry of life. <BR/><BR/>i spent my 4 high school years at a poor franciscan monastery in the south of indiana. my parents had raised me to be a priest. merton was a friend of one of our friars, father john loftus. we swam together in the monastery lake.<BR/><BR/>i have lipotufuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00293681846156364951noreply@blogger.com