Smell
Secretly, it
arrived in the night. Well, as secretive as a thunderstorm can. At first, there
was no loud boom or a bright flash of light. There was no steady rhythm of
rainfall either. Outside my window the world was settling into the darkness. What
got me to notice the falling droplets of water from the high heavens was it’s
refreshing smell.
Slowly my
living room began filling with the aroma of precipitation. Because I couldn’t
hear or see signs of a storm, I rose to my feet and looked out the window. My
discovery was the cobble stone street reflecting the rays from the street lamps.
The rust colored bricks were ablaze in an artificial radiance, just as they did
in the winter: slick.
Standing on the
boulevard, I saw the first flash of energy in the sky off in the distance. A
low rumble, similar to that of Silas when he is annoyed with Chloe’s antics to
get him to play, came shortly after. It was a matter of time before the
tranquility of the rain would be disrupted by the storm the westward winds would
usher in.
Silence has
substance and perhaps a smell, too. In the gentle descent of the rain I was
reminded of the way things stir by night. How the wind brought in a fragrance
that flooded my memory with feelings of happiness and joy. Suddenly my whole
being was saturated with a reminder of God’s often-unseen grace and love.
Between the raindrops emerged this comforting silence.
Sophia, that is
her name to many. Others call her “Spirit.” Whatever title and gender you
ascribe, the Wisdom of God comes forth, reaching from end to end mightily, but
gently. This Wisdom, Sophia, wills to be also the unseen pivot of all nature,
the center and significance of all the light that is in all and for all: mercy and love. This promise, in any storm,
can usher us to sweet sleep.
“[Sunshine]
burns in the sky like the Face of God, but we do not know his countenance as
terrible.”*** God speaks to us gently in ten thousand things, in which God’s light
is one fullness and one Wisdom. On that couch, seduced by that smell, love
cornered me and surrounded me with peace without having to look very far or
very hard or do anything special. My spirit was awakened.
Summoning me in
the sweet, unforeseen fragrance of rain was a Gift of our Creator’s thought and
art within me, speaking as Sophia. That is how God speaks though, isn’t it?
God’s Wisdom, cries out to all who will hear and cries out particularly to the
little, to the scared and the helpless. Indeed, O blessed, Silent One, who
speaks everywhere! Out of the silence Light is spoken…
or smelled….
***Much of the imagery is influenced by Thomas Merton's poem Sophia.
***Much of the imagery is influenced by Thomas Merton's poem Sophia.
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