I appreciated the contrast in this poem between speed and stillness, which Carys Walsh notes in her reflection. The sense of turning aside, of slowing down and taking a bit of a detour, and finding God in that, made me wonder about the times I do or don’t allow myself to be ‘distracted’ by an unexpected path, and what of God I might encounter in those distractions.
But what really moved me in this poem was the image of light towards the end:
I keep my eyes open and am not dazzled, so delicately does the light enter my soul
It seems to me a stunningly intimate image – almost like kissing someone with your eyes open, and knowing yourself known and loved and held by the gaze of the beloved. This is not the God who assails our senses with might and majesty, but God who comes as close as breathing, God who gently, lightly touches us, God who looks us in the eye with a depth of love we can never comprehend, but can perhaps lose ourselves in, if only for a moment.
This year for #AdventBookClub we are reading “Frequencies of God: walking through Advent with R.S. Thomas” by Carys Walsh. Join the conversation on Twitter using #AdventBookClub or on Facebook by searching for the group ‘Advent Book Club’.