Another anonymous monk’s prayer poem translated! This one is about communing with God through perception! One of my favorite subjects, and something i believe is, at least one of the reasons for art. The original language is more musical, but i did my best. I was born on St Patrick’s day, so i love this mystical stuff!
Sear me into Your Sight:
Be my vision. Be my delight. Be my eyes today too.
May they merge into the open sky of You.
Sear me into your watching.
For once I see, perhaps i will be useful to others, and to Thee.
Also, be my strength, my fortitude is frivolous apart from Yours.
And let me wear You today again, until i know You as my own skin
Let me put on Your suit, until i recall my own contours again.
See, I can’t recall who i am today.
But I do see You in all i look at.
Perhaps, I did die already, or some parts, at least.
Am I dead enough yet? Is our sight merged?
What’s left of me feels rowdy, boisterous, even clamorous.
I’m tired of myself.
You seem silent to me at Your Center.
I seem, far too noisy…
shifty like wax, me
You, stable like fire.
Burn me up if I’m not already burnt.
Put me in your electric choir.
Make me what I am in You, this hour. Or,
at least lunge me towards the furnace of You, where,
I am seen, illuminated, even on the surface like a planet reflects light.
I want to be re-calibrated, to be made right. A disco ball in Your sight.
Become Yourself in me! Help me see.
We see together here. That’s what we do!
I lurch behind Your eyes-like lint
on sunglass shades. Or dew on a leaf blade.
We gaze out together
And this will be
our perceptual communion
until the end. We see together.
And this is how we will see one another on that day-
as we are seen.
I’m havened again, in Your gazing today.
Sear me into Your sight.
And let that be Your delight.
A much shorter version:
By sight,
We are becoming one.
union.
You, giving me myself.
Me thanking You.
And me also staring back.
Us, lost in this co-gazing.