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into that darkened sky—

How can one be born
when one is old:

in the flood from His side,

beneath the piercing sword?

I will abandon my watery grave—

pale as ancestors, plunged
into its flow—

black as my Jesus, comely:
a bride.

first published in Domicile

Only when we see ourselves in our true human context, as members of a race which is intended to be one organism and “one body,” will we begin to understand the positive importance not only of the successes but of the failures and accidents in our lives. My successes are not my own. The way to them was prepared by others. The fruit of my labors is not my own: for I am preparing the way for the achievements of another. Nor are my failures my own. They may spring from the failure of another, but they are also compensated for by another’s achievement. Therefore the meaning of my life is not to be looked for merely in the sum total of my achievements. It is seen only in the complete integration of my achievements and failures with the achievements and failures of my own generation, and society, and time. It is seen, above all, in my own integration in Christ.

Thomas Merton. No Man Is An Island (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1955): 16

Emphasis mine.