Muse in me, oh Holy Wind,
Your wise whispering words
That, in translation, I
May boisterously bellow
The good news which brings
Strum and stroke me,
Oh great Three personned God;
For a fiddle am I, to bring
Your radiant vibration
Through vivid verse,
Which vibes the source
Of the hair, and the listener believes.
Live in me, Oh great divine Being,
Existence which gallops galaxies;
Spirit child of suffering knowledge,
Grow in me a wise wonderer;
A stranger to the world,
A humble passerby.
Walk in me Father the Via Dolorosa
For all, that through pen and prayer,
The cave of every heart may be filled
With the wondrous overflowing waters
Of your fresh embracing life of love.