On The Inexpressible Gift of the Holy Spirit

You unseen lightning, flash of light in darkness,
 heart-filling strength, an Essence inconceivable.
 Something divine dwells in my spirit,
 stirring and moving me: I feel a rare light.
 The soul, of its own self, is not such a worthy light.
 It was a Wonder-wind, a Spirit, a Creator,
 Eternal Strength-giving Breath, the Utmost Being
 that kindled in me Heaven's flaming light.
 You glance of flashing colors, you radiant splendour!
 You shimmer to and fro, mysteriously clear—
 the Spirit's dove-flights gleaming in the Sun's pure truth.
 The God-stirred pool, though cloudy, is yet clear!
 The Spirit-Sun first shines upon the moon
 which turns and sheds clear light upon the earth.

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Categorized as Pentecost

Comfort from Christ’s All-Conquering Ascension

Away, death and despair! Away with all misfortune!

Defiance to the devil and all his hordes!

I do not fear their might now, not one whit!

They surge against me, great streams of deceit.

When I, with trusting heart, look to my helper,

who sits at God’s right hand, I laugh at danger.

To him, my heart, its need and remedy are known.

A rescue-seeker, I send all my sighs to him.

He guides, like streams of water, every heart beat,

restrains with just one word the strongest waves;

allows, if it will serve, the water’s fall

but will not let it overflow the plain.

He makes the cloudy clear, saltwater sweet;

commands all power from his majestic seat.

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Categorized as Ascension

The Resurrection: Its Fruit and Comfort

Rise even now in me, my Lord, through faith;

rise in my heart’s depth with your power,

that I give witness to the world that you have risen!

Let me, proclaiming you with zeal, use all my breath,

and let your Sun of grace now rise.

Roll every error-stone from heart and mouth,

and I’ll confess you freely, boldly, every hour.

Let no created thing steal my heart’s comfort.

Stay with me in this world, for it is evening.

Give honey from the rock, and sweetness from your wounds.

I feel my heart’s on fire from your words;

you rouse and also satisfy desire. 

My heart, closed to all but you, my Lord, 

rejoices in your risen might and presence.

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