måndag, april 10, 2006

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 human being: I need visible signs.
I tire easily, building the stairway of abstraction.
Many a time I asked, you know it well,
that the statue in church lift its hand, only once, just once, for me.
But I understand that signs must be human,
therefore, call one person, anywhere on earth,
not me-after all I have some decency-
and allow me, when I look at that person,
to marvel at you.

-Czeslaw Milosz

2 kommentarer:

Anonym sa...

Du skriver bra, kusin vitamin :)

John,
Linköping, Sweden

Anonym sa...

Nu kanske mitt gästboksinlägg hamnade på den minst lämpliga platsen, men jag syftade hur som helst på dina härliga miljöbeskrivningar och intressanta filosofiska utläggningar om meningen med ortodoxi. Bäst att jag påpekar det, så jag inte framstår som en komplett idiot :)

John,
Linköping, Sweden