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Project Hildegard #39

An appropriate one for Pentecost.

o ignee spiritus

Fiery spirit praise be to you who works through drums and psalteries.

Human minds blaze through you and the tabernacle of their souls contains their powers.

From where the will ascends and gives taste to the soul and desire is its light.

Intellect calls you with the sweetest voice and prepares rationally made dwellings for you which exude golden works.

Yet you always have a sword to cut away what the noxious apple offers through blackest murder.

When a mist covers will and desires in which the soul flies and circles aimlessly.

But the mind ties will and desire together.

Indeed when the spirit rouses itself because the evil eye and the jaws of villainy demand it you quickly consume it in your flame when you so wish.

But when rationality too through wicked deeds prostrates itself you bind it tight and break it when you wish to and restore it by the influx of experience.

And when wickedness draws its sword against you you plunge it back into its heart as you did with the first fallen angel when you flung the tower of his pride into hell.

And there you built another tower raised from publicans and sinners who confess to you their sins and their deeds.

So all creatures that have life through you praise you for you are the most precious ointment for broken and fetid wounds which you change into the most precious gems.

Now allow us all to gather in you and guide us on the path of righteousness.


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