Adam of St Victor was one of the last great individuals who were apart of the founding and initial informative years of what we know today as, “The University of Paris.” St.Victor was the monastery to which the university evolved from the sessions of instructing their own monks.
This month’s release of Vol.1 of his poetry, ISBN #978-1-936392-02-5 , caused me to pause and take notice of what it is:
To Love in Silence For many, this is a reality, which remains more pervasive than the smell of a flower, which teaches us that there are scented objects no less real because they evade our sight and touch. We see the wind, whose material nature we can all but partially understand, yet which so easily makes us acquainted with objects that can be smelt, but not seen.
Then as the day moves onward, there are the shadows that contain the outline of an object without its material resistance, and still more the colored images reflected in the sheen of water, dancing before our intrigued eyes, bringing both astonishment and confusion to our heart and mind. In both instances, we are aware of something precisely resembling the material object, which yet mocks our endeavor to seize it, not alone touch it.
Now in dreams/pictures/recollection, these only serve but to increase our confusion. We perceived them, with thought, and with all ours senses at once. We can readily recall that they stood in physical shape and form before our eyes, and still in the morning, the doors of our home were just as we left them.
This is so, yes indeed, thus we believe and yet others of the house, beasts, plants, stones, and furniture of all sorts, remain indisputably before us, plainly perceptible to sight, hearing, and touch, and yet in many instances there could actually have been no room for these other issues, factors, people and alike in the limited accommodation of our room.
Oh all these things we love in silence, for they live only within us; all the while we cry out to those who will not hear us: “Surely anyone can see, anyone can see!” Oh indeed, my spiritual friend, “What it is to Love in Silence.”
‘till we meet again,
Bro Smith SGS