I love the way Carys Walsh describes the ‘gap’ of this poem, as “the great paradox of the filled and empty ‘blank’ in the dictionary”. Here, again, is one of those great paradoxes of faith: the God whom we know we cannot describe. All our words fall short of who God is. However much we pile up phrase upon phrase, image upon image, we will never reach the sum of who God is. And that itself is part of who God is – the one beyond words, beyond description, beyond the power of speech to capture or control. All our words can only go so far in pointing towards the Word. The rest is silence.
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’.