Sometimes I sing this, very, very quietly, as I walk to class. I sing it so quietly it is just a suggestion. Veni Sancti Spiritus. I sing it on airplanes as I’m traveling to read from a book I wrote about Catholicism, a book that I told no one about until it was just about to be published, a book I wrote secretly, under my breath, a book that comes into the world as a faint sound. Veni Sancti Spiritus. I sing it with my eyes always open.
Kaya Oakes, “Singing to Jesus with Eyes Closed”
(courtesy of nools)