Transcript:
Greetings, beloved in Christ. I hope that you are well on this day. This coming Sunday is the final Sunday in the season of Advent. As many of you know, I have been walking this Advent journey of preparation with poets. As we anticipate the coming of Christmas, so we contemplate the miracle of incarnation, I want to share with you one last poem. This poem is called O Sapientia by Malcolm Guite:
“I cannot think except that I’m thought. I cannot speak unless I am spoken. I cannot teach except that I’m taught, or break the bread except that I am broken. O mind behind the mind of which I seek, a light behind the light by which I see, a word beneath the words of which I speak, o founding, unfounded wisdom, finding me, o sounding song whose depth is sounding me, o memory of time, reminding me, my ground of being, always grounding me, my Maker’s bounding line, defining me. Come, hidden wisdom, come with all that you bring, come to me now, disguised as everything.”
Blessings.