The lakes hidden among the hills are saints,
and the sea too is a saint who praises God without interruption
in her majestic dance.
The great, gashed, half-naked mountain is another of God’s saints.
There is no other like him.
He is alone in his own character; nothing else in the world ever did or ever will imitate God in quite the same way.
That is his sanctity. But what about you? What about me?
From Thomas Merton: A Book of Hours ed. Kathleen Deignan, pg. 72
How do you uniquely reflect God’s Glory?