“The luminous sculptures hook our attention in their immediacy and eccentricity similarly to that of their name sakes. Meandering wheeled icons, though abstract, throw traces of the contemplative way. Cloistered clown, wisdom sage, brown-robed brother, archetypal crone, I wonder if they still have something to say? 

Where is he, the clear one
whose song has died away?
Do the poor, who can only wait,
feel him among them...?
Does he rise from them, perhaps, at nightfall –
Poverty’s evening star?

 St. Francis, towers, the most inward and loving of all...a new beginning...with wonder and goodwill / and delight in the Earth seems to beseech the wind and the world as nightingale. St. Teresa stands attentive, smaller in stature yet vast in soul showing the novice the labyrinth of interiority where Ineffable Love resides. St. John the one who embraced darkness as mid-wife of Love. Teacher, show us how to fall in love with Love for Love’s sake.  What new seeds of contemplation might be cast upon the soil of this age? Br. Merton offers a patchwork prayer to weave union into the fiber of our being:

Thou-in-Me / I-in-Thee/Thou-in-them/ They-in-me
I am alone/ Thou are alone / The Father and I are one.”