For the last few months I have been on a personal journey of discovery under the guidance of my spiritual director (sd). I am an INFJ on the Myers-Brigg Type indicator; this detail is important because in a room of a hundred people there will only be one INFJ. My sd is also an INFJ, and she understands me intuitively. My broken sentences and half completed thoughts resonate with her soul; she understands that I feel deeply and strongly. She recently read me this poem; I wept while she read it because it speaks to a truth that reverberates through my life ~ I am transformed. I challenge you to prayerfully read Psalm 19:1-2 and Proverbs 4:4-9, and then read this poem aloud.
Mother
Wisdom Speaks by Christine
Lore Weber
Some of you
I will hollow out.
I will make
you a cave.
I will carve
you so deep the stars will shine in your darkness.
You will be
a bowl.
You will be
the cup in the rock collecting rain.
I will
hollow you with knives.
I will not
do this to make you clean.
I will not
do this to make you pure
You are
clean already.
You are pure
already.
I will do
this because the world needs the hollowness of you.
I will do
this for the space that you will be.
I will do
this because you must be large.
A passage.
People will
find their way through you.
A bowl.
People will
eat from you.
And their
hunger will not weaken them to death.
A cup to
catch the sacred rain.
My daughter,
do not cry.
Do not be
afraid.
Nothing you
need will be lost.
I am shaping
you.
I am making
you ready.
Light will
flow in your hollowing.
You will be
filled with light.
Your bones
will shine.
The round
open center of you will be radiant.
I will call
you brilliant one.
I will call
you daughter who is wide.
I will call
you transformed.
