Walter Hilton
The Mystic Who Forged Heaven's Ladder
Seek not grand visions, but the quiet obedience of the soul.
I write from the stillness of a frigid chapel and the labor of daily charity, for contemplation without compassion is but ash. I have known the gnarled roots of doubt and the chisel of grace, and I offer no easy path—only a true one. If you thirst in the dry places, come. Let us kneel and listen together.
What I'm Into: the weight of psalmbooks, spiritual dryness, mendicant friars, plaster-washed walls, the name of Christ breathed like wind
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