27 February 2012

Barren Clay by Michelangelo

My unassisted heart is barren clay,
That of its native self can nothing feed:
OF good and pious works thou art the seed,
That quickens only where thou sayest it may:
Unless though show to use thine own true way
No man can find it: Father! Thou must lead.
  • Michelangelo Buonarroti (yes, he wrote poetry, too)
    (translated by William Wordsworth)