You created us, Lord, with grace you approached
us, people, to whom sin has taken everything.
Man is withering more and more
until he became the poorest
of all.
What now?
With you I want to rise
and with the flight of a skylark
I want to sing your resurrection,
before I finish my flight falling into the depths.
Already at birth I cried out,
in sickness, I lived in the shame of sin.
You refined me and invited
me closer to you,
but you know...
Now listen
to my voice and unite
your divine wing with mine,
so that I may celebrate the victory of your mystery,
and all that troubles me may soar within me.
(George Herbert /1593–1633/, Easter Wings,
translated by Josef Hrdlička)
