Ascending

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.