This poem perhaps speaks for itself, and perhaps it says nothing. I’m not actually sure. I suppose that whether it speaks depends on how it is received, perhaps akin to its subject, which is the Holy Spirit.
Comforter
O Immanence immortally in-dwelling all things,
O Gentle Breeze that breaks on brittle bones
And brings them leaping into life,
Sing softly to the sundered soul of one who waits
With weary welcome to live Your life of joy,
Unhindered by dreams of a dying age.
Come and dance Truth to me in triumph
As bees dance directions and warnings to one another on the wind!
Teach me to find the best flowers, the sweetest nectar,
That I may bear that blessing on my broken wings,
Borne by You, O Beauty’s Breath,
And make of this life, which is only lent for a time,
Something timeless, lifted by love to the Last Things.
O Changeless change, Heart’s Holy Enchanter!
Let me look first to Your freedom
And then to the world as it is,
That Your song might sound through all my days,
Leading me little by little through dying’s doorway
Into eternity’s divine deathlessness.
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