Saturday, July 10, 2010

ODE 4 

How filled with sweetness are those whose thoughts dwell on You: how life-giving Your holy Word. To speak with You is more soothing than anointing with oil, sweeter than the honeycomb. To pray to You lifts the spirit, refreshes the soul. Where You are not, there is only emptiness; hearts are smitten with sadness; nature, and life itself, becomes sorrowful. Where You are, the soul is filled with abundance, and its song resounds like a torrent of life: Alleluia! 


When the sun is setting, when quietness falls, like the peace of eternal sleep, and the silence of the spent day reigns, then in the splendor of its declining rays, filtering through the clouds, I see Your dwelling-place. Firey and purple, gold and blue, they speak prophet-like of the ineffable beauty of Your presence, and call to us in their majesty. We turn to the Father: 

Glory to You at the hushed hour of nightfall. 
Glory to You, covering the earth with peace. 
Glory to You for the last ray of the sun as it sets. 
Glory to You for sleep’s repose that restores us. 
Glory to You for Your goodness, even in time of darkness, when all the world is hidden from our eyes. 
Glory to You for the prayers offered by a trembling soul. 
Glory to You for the pledge of our reawakening on the glorious last day, that day which has no evening. 
Glory to You, O God, from age to age. 


Anonymous said...

This is just beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing. Forgive me, but what is the source?

FOCUS UNSW said...

It is:)

It's the Akathist in Praise of God's Creation written by Metropolitan Tryphon about 100 years ago. This text is on Fr Stephen Freeman's blog

which is also at the bottom of this blog.

Anonymous said...

Thank you so much.

I'm very familiar with Fr. Stephen's Blog, but hadn't noticed that post.

God bless all that your hands find to do.