O Sapientia

‘My Ground of Being, always grounding me.’ /

I cannot think unless I have been thought,

Nor can I speak unless I have been spoken.

I cannot teach except as I am taught,

Or break the bread except as I am broken.

O Mind behind the mind through which I seek,

O Light within the light by which I see,

O Word beneath the words with which I speak,

O founding, unfound Wisdom, finding me,

O sounding Song whose depth is sounding me,

O Memory of time, reminding me,

My Ground of Being, always grounding me,

My Maker’s Bounding Line, defining me,

Come, hidden Wisdom, come with all you bring,

Come to me now, disguised as everything.

Malcolm Guite is priest, musician, and chaplain at Girton College Cambridge. This sonnet is taken from his collection Sounding the Seasons: Seventy Sonnets for the Christian Year with permission from Canterbury Press Norwich.

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