“it sliced right through me”

When poet Christian Wiman was diagnosed with cancer, he knew he believed in something, but “what,” he writes, “was considerably less clear.” His book My Bright Abyss is a collection of ruminations on faith, belief, love, death, and grief.

As a poet, he often includes excerpts from his own writing along with stanzas from both lesser and well known poets and theologians. As someone in my book club aptly observed, this “complicates” things. But reading this book wasn’t meant to be a simple matter of sitting down and opening it. His musings and interweaving of other writings makes you pause, think, reread, take notes, reread, and breathe.

As a recent episode of this show proposes, some things are meant to be savored. This book is one of them.

“Christ is God crying I am here, and here not only in what exalts and completes and uplifts you, but here in what appalls, offends, and degrades you, here in what activates and exacerbates all that you would call not-God.”