Sophia

A Mother's Day Reflection

Dear Friends,

In keeping with something of a tradition here on Mother’s Day, I offer you a poetic reflection on mother. Today’s passage is from Thomas Merton reflecting on Hagia Sophia, Holy Wisdom, for our lives, for these times.¹

What was unfinished last week will come to you next week, dear Friends. There is movement underway here beyond the comfort zone, and I look forward to sharing.

For today —

May the sweetness and wordless gentleness of the Mother of all keep you today and every day,

Renée

Sophia

There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity,
a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden
wholeness. This mysterious Unity and Integrity is
Wisdom, the Mother of all, Natura naturans. There is
in all things an inexhaustible sweetness and purity, a
silence that is the fount of action and joy. It rises up in
wordless gentleness and flows out to me from the 
unseen roots of all created being, welcoming me
tenderly, saluting me with indescribable humility. 
This is at once my own being, my own nature, and
the Gift of my Creator's Thought and Art within me, 
speaking as Hagia Sophia, speaking as my sister,
Wisdom. 

1. Thomas Merton, “Sophia,” in When the Trees Say Nothing, ed. Kathleen Deignan (Notre Dame, IN: Sorin Books, 2008), p. 179.