Set The Light Free

December 3, 2023 | Reflections from Abbess Hilda


An Advent way of Living.

Homily First Sunday of Advent 2023

It seems to me that the words so often heard during Advent are words around the coming of light. In the northern hemisphere that has particularly import, because they are as we speak being plunged more and more into climatic darkness as well as every other kind of darkness. When I was in England recently the sun was already starting to set around 3.30pm. In Australia we have no such issue with the sun and we have light all the time.

That fact prompted me to make the following reflection. Maybe God did not come to give us light, but rather to show us the light we already have and especially the light within ourselves. We so often do not see it, being used to the blockages and shuttered windows with which we live, both inside and out. So in Advent we call out in the liturgy “Give us Light”, Bring us Your Light” “Let the Light Come” and perhaps God is saying. “You already have it,I already gave it to you, let me show you”

As a means of reflecting on this , I have here below a poem by a beloved Japanese poet and author  Kenji Miyazawa (1896-1933) who only came into his own posthumously. He was born at the time the feudal system in Japan was making way for a more modern way of being and his own father Masajirō was in the forefront of it. I won’t say any more about him here, you can research him for yourself. Suffice to say here that Kenjie was a man of great devotion to that in which he believed. He took the spiritual road seriously.  A sensitive soul he was plagued by illness as a child, he understood weakness and vulnerability. Grief came to him with the death of his much loved sister Toshi and it was because of a promise he made to her that he began to unpack his talent for writing. Something he did not believe he had. In all his interior searching he took the roads in life that presented themselves, lived them and stayed with them, in spite of the inherent price, the poverty, the hardship, the self-doubt and the loneliness.

Accompanying reflection today I offer you this extract from a poem which he wrote about the kind of man he would like to be. I am not going to go through it, you will have your own reflections to make as you read, but I would like to point out just two aspects which might illustrate the ways in which such living can unblock the light in us, let it be seen by others and the ways in which we can find the light in one another.

Firstly Kenjie says that this person seeks no compliments. What a wonderful burden is lifted from our hearts and minds on the day when we no longer expect that there will be a compliment, a thank you, a recognition/affirmation for what we do or who we are. On that day we learn that we can live fully without those things, our light is within and totally unrelated to anyone else. Light seems to dawn upon us from within. We can stand in our own light and that light is in fact the pure light of God.

We also find that once we stop looking for those compliments etc., we become open to actually lavishing others with compliments, gratitude and affirmations. In so doing we enable an unblocking of the light in them and from that point we all go forward to further divine revelations and “the night is as clear as the day” (Psalm 139:12)

Secondly Kenjie speaks of living in a hut with a thatched roof in the shade of the pine woods. There is the point of prayer, there is the point of nourishment, that time spent in connection with our God, in whatever way each one does that. In the picture I have attached here you will see a cottage, filled with light and warmth. In prayer we are bathed and warmed in light. There are also two lights at the front gate, showing the way for others who will be drawn by the light that emanates from us. Actually the longer one looks at this picture the more light becomes obvious and the darkness begins to fade away. It is the lived reality of a home of prayer within us that becomes a sure guide to the places in each of our lives where God is wanting to show us the light we have and the shutters that are keeping it hidden.

If together this Advent, we can work on unblocking the light, then we can become the Star of Bethlehem for all the world, shining out from wherever we are and the world right now has need of such stars.

Furthermore if we look carefully at Kenjie’s poem we may just see how gently God has come to us; the One, who watches, listens understands and never forgets. The one who seeks no compliments, is happy to be regarded as useless, the One continually drawing us to His hut with the thatched roof  in the shade of the pine woods, that we night discover His hut  and light within us.

From the poetry of Kenji Miyazawa


He is not deterred by rain and severe winds

He is resilient to snow and summer heat


He is not greedy


Never an angry glare


Always peaceful with a smile

He has four cups of rice a day

With miso paste and vegetables


Anything he does is without thought of gain


He watches, listens, understands

And never forgets



He lives in a hut with a thatched roof

in the shade of the pine woods.


If there is a  sick child in the east

He goes to tend to him.


When there is a tried mother in the west

He goes to her and helps her carry rice


Where there is a dying man in the south

He goes to ease his fear.


When there is a feud in the north

He travels there to tell them not to be petty.

He cries in a drought

And wanders hopelessly in the cool summer


He lets everyone call him useless

He seeks no compliments

He bothers no one.


Kenji Miyazawa (1896-1933)


– Abbess Hilda Scott osb