Nostra aetate, nostra aetate,
videmus salvationem nostrum
in Deo Patre, Filio, et
Spiritu Sancto Paraclito. Amen.
Veni Creator Spiritus,
mentes tuorum visita,
imple superna gratia,
quae Tu creasti pectra!
Triune God in splendid Glory unapproachable,
made bearable by cloth of poor humanity
made triumphant and incorrupt in Christ,
let my tiny prayer but touch Thine ear,
as the worlds wheel perfectly beneath
Thy governance, and hear this prayer
I raise from deepest depth of soul and heart.
For I, Thy bard, am anointed to awesome task,
to blue shadow lay upon these white pages
of Thy Creation, oh my God, the perfection
that defies all taming, all rhyme and rhythm
of human hands, and limit what is limitless,
marshal the ever-changing, fickle waters,
the fury of storms and quake of startled
hearts, when they see again the Temple
of Thine Glory!
But remember, o my God,
the purest womb and perfect virginity that
once bound You by Your Will to the Earth,
and thus restored it to perfect innocence.
Though so lacking, possess the darkened
places of my mind with uncreated light:
with touch so mighty as to sanctify the
unworthy, make me again Tabernacle
of Thine Spirit. Humility sharpen to
face Thine Oceanic servant, pride
and all dullness dispel with fresh love,
renew my eye and ear with curious,
piercing fire, and thus hand empower
to command the world be bound
in the epic of the ocean. Stella Maris,
Mary! Pray for this conversion with
whole host of heaven, Florian first
among them. Rank me in thy noble
heritage, the fishermen of souls and fish,
and guide my hand with steadfast supplication
upon the swath of white and sapphire, both
unforgiving, and both steps to highest heaven.
Calliope, where you faint before the daring
task, let the angels take us both above heaven’s orb.
Vision come and prophesy the happy gospel
Armed with skill of divine fear and gentleness:
Now burn soul, and speak in tongues of fire!