Hildegard von Bingen

In the silence I hear You speak The visions that burn, the truth they seek. The hyssop breathes, the barley sways And I fall on my knees and praise. Modesty, I wear it like a crown In Your presence, I lay me down. Eleison, heal me now, Show me the path, I'll make my vow. Hildegard, I am your flame A whisper, a daughter, an ancient name. Let the herbs cure the soul's disease Mercy and virtue, grant us release. I'm craving Your theocracy A garden where Your truth grows free. Rosary of thistles, litany of oaks - My body trembles, writhes, chokes. I am undone, and yet, made whole, In You, O Lord, I find my soul. Eleison, cleanse my heart, With every step You guide my art. Hildegard, I am your flame A whisper, a daughter, an ancient name. Let the herbs cure the soul's disease Mercy and virtue, grant us release. Eleison Eleison Orkisch grain, life’s humble seed In Your ascesis, my heart does bleed. Let me suffer, let me be pure Through fasting, through silence my soul endures. The poppy's sleep, the rue's sharp sting Your will is fire, my offering. Eleison, light my way And lead me through the darkest day. In ecstasy, I fall, I rise Your touch is fire, Your voice the skies. Empty vessel, God, fill me whole And lead me to eternal goal. Saint Dieu, Saint Fort, Saint Immortel, aie pitié de nous et du monde entire. Hildegard, I am your flame A whisper, a daughter, an ancient name. Let the herbs cure the soul's disease Mercy and virtue, grant us release. Eleison Eleison Eleison Eleison