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Three Prayers to the Holy Spirit

June 2, 2012

Come, true light. Come, eternal life.
Come, hidden mystery. Come, nameless treasure.
Come, ineffable reality. Come, inconceivable person.
Come, endless bliss. Come, non-setting sun.
Come, O Powerful One, who always creates and recreates
and transforms by Your will alone.
Come, eternal joy. Come, non-tarnishing crown.
Come, crystalline cincture, studded with precious stones.
Come, royal purple.
Come, You whom my soul has desired and desires.
Come, You who have become Yourself desire in me,
who have made me desire You,
You, the absolutely inaccessible one.
Come, my breath and my life.
Come, consolation of my poor soul.
Come, my joy, my glory, my endless delight.
 (St. Symeon the New Theologian, 949-1022)

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Come Thou Holy Spirit, sent from highest heaven, radiance of thy light.
What is soiled, cleanse, what is dry, refresh, what is wounded heal.
What is rigid bend, what is frozen warm; guide what goes astray.
In our labour rest, coolness in our heat, comfort in our grief.
O most blessed Light, fill the inmost hearts of thy faithful ones.
(Stephen Langton, d. 1228)

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Flame of Candle flickering softly
Heralding the dawning day,
Singing songs of hope and promise,
Keeping night and fear at bay.

Hearth fire embers red and glowing
Quickly fanned into a flame,
Speak of warmth and love and shelter,
Tell of life restored again.

Beacon fires leaping skyward:
Song of war on hilltop borne;
Cries for justice, peace and freedom,
Look towards a better dawn.

Volcano fires bursting outwards,
Who can their awesome power view?
All-devouring, all-destroying, shaking old, creating new.

Lightning splits the paths of heaven –
Judgement fire, when all must bow
As the skies are torn asunder
And all things fulfilled below.

Long ago, Your people knew it:
Fire descending from above,
Singing judgement, singing freedom,
Singing life and singing love.

Songs of healing, songs of sorrow,
Songs for old and songs for young,
Songs of mercy and compassion
Are the songs the fires sung.

Fire consuming, not destroying,
Fire that beckons home the lost;
All these things and more, You gave us
When You came at Pentecost.
(Alex Brown, fl. 2006)

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The prayer by Alex Bown was part of our 7:30 p.m. Celtic Service on May 27. It is from page 154 of Ruth Burgess’ book Fire and Bread. Thank you for this, Margaret Anne Knowles!

Last year, I posted “Two Pentecost Reflections” and “Two Pentecost Prayers,” which can be accessed by clicking here and here, respectively.

The song, “Refiner’s Fire,” embedded below, was sung at our Service at 8:30 a.m.

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