O, sacred wisdom

Help me interpret these maps,

Navigate these waters.

O, sacred wisdom

Though inspired by Heaven 

You are born of man,

You cannot carry me. 

O, furious Wind

The oars of my wisdom are too short,

These arms too weak.

O, furious Wind

Fill my sails,

Move me.

O, steadfast Hope

Anchor me in the tempest,

Moor me with intimacy.

O, steadfast Hope

When death’s plunder seduces me,

Show me my inheritance.

O, precious Blood

This crimson-white flag offers parlé,

But warrants hatred. 

O, precious Blood

Lover, pardoner 

I will fly my colors high.

MARANATHA