A Garland of Grace

     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.