Pentecost
Send me no more messages
or messengers,
even if they come from heaven.
You come. Please.
I'm begging.
Come.
Help me not to feel so poor;
shed some light in my heart;
bring what no-one else can give,
dearest house-guest of my heart.You are sweet refreshment,
rest from this toil,
cool in this heat,
relief for this pain.
Help me to believe again.
Make some glimmer in this deep.
Shine on wealth where I see naught.
Wash over all this grime;
water this dry parched earth;
heal these tired old wounds.
See me taut and bend me;
feel me cold and warm me;
find me lost and bring me back.
I can count your seven gifts,
make me know then that I need them.
Give me reward, too, for small dear efforts,
salvation at the end,
joy that lasts.
After Veni sancte spiritus, 13th cent.
4 comments:
Paul,
This is very beautiful. A gem. Thank you very much,
So touching that, it seems to me, if you can speak to God with this familiarity, the Spirit has indeed already come.
A year later, thank you again, Paul. You helped me celebrate Pentecost, again.
Cristina
This is a lovely blog. I am enjoying it. I do wonder though if it would be a terrible trouble to put the source of the equally lovely images that you post. The medieval art historian in me would dearly like to know.
Philippa
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