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A Thomas Merton Reader

This book offers a comprehensive selection of essays, poems, and reflections by Thomas Merton, showcasing his deep spiritual insights and exploration of the human condition. Merton's work spans various themes, including contemplation, social justice, and the nature of faith, providing readers with a glimpse into his intellectual and spiritual journey. more

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Thomas Merton
Thomas Merton

Thomas Merton (January 31, 1915 - December 10, 1968) was an American writer, poet, social critic, and mystic. His works covered a wide range of topics including philosophy, religion, and social justice, and were highly appreciated by readers. more

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