My mom reads my blog site regularly and sometimes emails me her thoughts and encouragement. Today she sent me the following poem by Madeleine L’Engle, in response to my post from of a couple days ago on words…
Word
I, who live by words, am wordless when
I try my words in prayer. All language turns
To silence. Prayer will take my words and then
Reveal their emptiness. The stilled voice learns
To hold its peace, to listen with the heart
To silence that is joy, is adoration.
The self is shattered, all words torn apart
In this strange patterned time of contemplation
That, in time, breaks time, breaks words, breaks me,
And then, in silence, leaves me healed and mended.
I leave, returned to language, for I see
Through words, even when all words are ended.
I, who live by words, am wordless when
I turn me to the Word to pray. Amen.
So beautiful to have this perspective. And such a nice compliment to Macrina Wiedekehr! Amazing women, those two. Amazing woman, my mom.
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Thanks for your thoughtful “words.”