I am a hole in a flute
that the Christ’s breath moves through
listen to this music.
I am not a flute player. But the metaphor here for discipleship is deep and thoughtful. It is only through an empty spot on the tube that a pitch can sound. It is only through many openings than a flute can play a melody. Quite often, even the hole itself is covered so that others may produce a pitch. Every hole takes turns to sound, and it is only in cooperation that a tune is heard.
This all struck me as harmonious with Ignatian spirituality. Our cooperation with Christ’s grace. A sense of God working through our emptiness, vacancy, non-presence. We get out of the way, and Christ works with those who listen.