O most blessed Light divine,
"enliven without storms:" --please, Lord Jesus.
I put up a Pentecost poem too, inspired by a recent homily about a burnpile.
I saw that!
This line stood out to me: “Faith this cannot be, nor is it doubt,”
Without necessarily asking for an answer, I wonder what is in view: hope, longing, love?
In addition, “Wake, o light that cannot be put out!” and (as others have mentioned) “Rushing wind, enliven without storms:” were especially poignant.
Thank you!
The thing that is neither faith nor doubt is more the waiting, the spiritual dryness and lethargy, that is the impetus for this poem. So I guess a longing, but a kind of drained, almost apathetic longing.
Amen! I can pray this one. (Also that last stanza echoes Donne beautifully.)
"enliven without storms:" --please, Lord Jesus.
I put up a Pentecost poem too, inspired by a recent homily about a burnpile.
I saw that!
This line stood out to me: “Faith this cannot be, nor is it doubt,”
Without necessarily asking for an answer, I wonder what is in view: hope, longing, love?
In addition, “Wake, o light that cannot be put out!” and (as others have mentioned) “Rushing wind, enliven without storms:” were especially poignant.
Thank you!
The thing that is neither faith nor doubt is more the waiting, the spiritual dryness and lethargy, that is the impetus for this poem. So I guess a longing, but a kind of drained, almost apathetic longing.
Amen! I can pray this one. (Also that last stanza echoes Donne beautifully.)
Thank you!