A prayer for today:
Here's the full text of this 15th century poem:
Come down, O Love divine,
Seek Thou this soul of mine,
And visit it with Thine own ardor glowing;
O, Comforter, draw near,
Within my soul appear,
And kindle it, Thy holy flame bestowing.
O let it freely burn
Til earthly passions turn
To dust and ashes in its heat consuming
And let Thy glorious light
Shine ever on my sight
And clothe me 'round, the while my path illuming.
Let holy charity
Mine outward vesture be,
And lowliness become mine inward clothing;
True lowliness of heart,
Which takes the humbler part
And o'er its own shortcomings weeps with loathing.
And so the yearning strong
With which the soul will long
Shall far outpass the pow'r of human telling;
For none can guess its grace
Til Love create a place
Wherein the Holy Spirit makes a dwelling.
May it be so, Lord.
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