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Why is it that the same words spoken by two different people can have such a different effect.

For example, listen to me read Shakespeare 鈥� and then listen to an actor use the same words. It鈥檚 the same with liturgy: one person grabs the attention of a congregation and they go through the words to a different place; someone else does it and it鈥檚 like having the telephone directory read out.

I say this because yesterday鈥檚 inauguration ceremony in Washington was pregnant with resonant language. For example, that we should be judged not by the example of our power, but by the power of our example. A truism? Maybe. But, the words create a space, suggesting a first word and not the final nail in a dogma. There is room to explore 鈥� as my own imagination did during the ceremony.

鈥淗ere we stand鈥�, said the President. And I thought of Martin Luther, standing in front of the emperor five hundred years ago and articulating that all-too-human predicament: I hold to this conviction, but with vulnerability before the potential cost. We heard of St Augustine, often maligned as the original sinner when it comes to sex, but who couldn鈥檛 escape the depths of love and grace and mercy. We heard Amazing Grace 鈥� a familiar hymn which is dragged from the depths of a complex and conflicted man (John Newton) who knew that when all is stripped away, we are left with a human fragility that knows its need of unmerited generosity and mercy. As Jesus told his friends prior to his own death: if you are to live and give grace, you need first to recognise your own need of it and receive it.

The thing about yesterday was that, whether spoken or accompanied by music, words have the power to transcend mere pragmatism 鈥� policies and how to enact them in legislation, for instance; they inspire the imagination. This is language that resonates, that is spacious, that lifts our eyes and hearts to perceive an experience that might hitherto have eluded us.

I think this is what was being addressed yesterday. Not the language of settling scores. Not an articulation of pride or self-consciousness. Not an expression of dry dogma. But, as Amanda Gorman illustrated, a poetry that clears a way for hope.

Surely it鈥檚 the poets who penetrate the jungle of defended argument and debate. For the poet uses words to shine light from a different angle, surprising the imagination, subverting expectation, and opening our eyes to a new possibility.

In silent vigil for those who have died of Covid, Joe Biden said: 鈥淭o heal, we must remember.鈥� I would add: 鈥� To heal, we must be surprised by subversive words of love.鈥�

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