Advent 4: Veni Creator

Come, Holy Spirit,
bending or not bending the grasses,
appearing or not above our heads in a tongue of flame,
at hay harvest or when they plough in the orchards or when snow
covers crippled firs in the Sierra Nevada.
I am only a man: I need visible signs.
I tire easily, building the stairway of abstraction.
Many a time I asked you, you know it well, that the statue in church
lifts its hand, only once, just once, for me.
But I understand that signs must be human,
therefore call one man, anywhere on Earth,
not me — after all, I have some decency —
and allow me, when I look at him, to marvel at you.

Csezlaw Milosz, translated by Csezlaw Milosz and Robert Pinsky

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