When in the morning
A light breeze awakens my mind,
I remember
You walked the earth.
When in the afternoon
A hot gust shutters my senses,
I remember
You suffered on the cross.
When in the evening
A cool wind enlivens my heart,
I remember
You resurrected on the third day.
When in the night
A silence settles over the cosmos,
I remember
You ascended into Heaven.
All this?
For me?
For us?
And there's more?
Unworthy as I am,
I ecstatically await
With bated breath
For the coming of the Holy Spirit.
- Icon of the Ascension from St. Catherine's Monastery, Sinai, 6th century.
