Thursday, October 13, 2005

Creation Calls in Saints Known and Unknown


O Lord, how lovely it is to be Your guest.
Breeze full of scents--mountains reaching to the skies -
waters like a boundless mirror,
reflecting the sun's golden rays and the scudding clouds.
All nature murmurs mysteriously,
breathing depths of Your tenderness.
Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Your love.
Blessed are you, mother earth, in your fleeting loveliness,
which wakens our yearning for happiness that will last forever in the land where, amid beauty that grows not old, rings out the cry: Alleluia!


Ode 2, from "Glory to God for All Things," a liturgical poem found, in 'samizdat' underground printed copy, among the papers of a prisoner who died in Soviet Russia. His name was Gregory Petrov but the whole poem is now known to be the work of a Bishop Trypon.

4 Comments:

Blogger Jamie, Julie-Ann & Emily said...

Wow, what great visual images this creates!
Hope you are both well and Krista is enjoying her studies.

1:20 PM  
Blogger Matthew Francis said...

Hey there!

As a result of a rather ridiculous person that I've learned is called a "Troll" - (i.e. someone who leaves mean comments on another person's blog), we've decided to do away with anonymous comments here on CRFQ.

Thanks to our good friend over at
badmash for giving us the tip on this ole' Troll. I quickly sent out a trusty Billy Goat to knock him off our bridge.

The good news is that it only takes a minute to sign up to Blogger and then you too, can post your own comments, and, if you really like... start your own web log.

Tuum Est!

1:25 PM  
Blogger Matthew Francis said...

Thanks McCullochs!

1:26 PM  
Blogger erdreid said...

That is beautiful Matt. The post, not the troll story.

4:24 AM  

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