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Prayer for the Spirits
Parisian Society of Spiritist Studies, May 4th, 1866 – medium Mr. V…
I am really touched to see you, dear child,
At my submissive orders, pray while evoking me,
And blame the deceptive logic loudly
And the vain arguments of a proud party,
Who claims that the Spirit performs a duty
Coming to your voice, so happy to be able to,
by obeying the law, leave faster and run away
from the world he inhabits, the boring stay.
Flying away at last, to these borderless shores,
May the shadow and lament of the dead sadden no more.
These are big words and phrases, pompous.
But if he comes to reveal the wonderful beauties,
Unknown worlds, open horizons
Of times, teaching it, in long lessons,
The beginning and the end of your immortal soul,
The greatness of your God, His power, eternal,
His infinite justice and His sublime love,
Noble mocker, be frank: Would you say that in return thereof,
If He ever asks you for a short prayer,
He is too demanding, when on earth, frequently,
To have or pay for a small favor,
He is seeing begging, trampling modesty,
And supplicant for a long time, like a poor beggar,
With a sigh, the bread that should nourish his life, eager!
Oh! believe me, dear child, misfortune! three times misfortune!
To the one who always, forgetting the pain
And the tears of blood of this invisible terrain,
Listening to our voices and unmoved remains,
And don't come to his knees,
Pray for us, to the God of his.
Casimir Delavigne
Prayer for the Spirits
Parisian Society of Spiritist Studies, May 4th, 1866 – medium Mr. V…
I am really touched to see you, dear child,
At my submissive orders, pray while evoking me,
And blame the deceptive logic loudly
And the vain arguments of a proud party,
Who claims that the Spirit performs a duty
Coming to your voice, so happy to be able to,
by obeying the law, leave faster and run away
from the world he inhabits, the boring stay.
Flying away at last, to these borderless shores,
May the shadow and lament of the dead sadden no more.
These are big words and phrases, pompous.
But if he comes to reveal the wonderful beauties,
Unknown worlds, open horizons
Of times, teaching it, in long lessons,
The beginning and the end of your immortal soul,
The greatness of your God, His power, eternal,
His infinite justice and His sublime love,
Noble mocker, be frank: Would you say that in return thereof,
If He ever asks you for a short prayer,
He is too demanding, when on earth, frequently,
To have or pay for a small favor,
He is seeing begging, trampling modesty,
And supplicant for a long time, like a poor beggar,
With a sigh, the bread that should nourish his life, eager!
Oh! believe me, dear child, misfortune! three times misfortune!
To the one who always, forgetting the pain
And the tears of blood of this invisible terrain,
Listening to our voices and unmoved remains,
And don't come to his knees,
Pray for us, to the God of his.
Casimir Delavigne