Sweet is the smell
Of the honeysuckle,
Growing in the South,
Sweet the taste
Of its nectar
On the tongue.
Sweet is Mi-Maw’s
Mayhaw jelly,
Slathered on a biscuit.
Sweet too is the tea
Sipped on the porch,
In the dusky
Sunset light.
Sweet is your name
Glykeria,
Martyred for the Faith,
Sweet the Grace
Shining forth
From your face.
Sweet are the Gospel’s
Words that fell like
Drops of dew
From your lips,
Converting
Your tormentors.
Sweet is the bread
Angels fed to you
In your prison cell.
Bless us with the more
Delightful sweetness,
Holy Virgin,
That all Southrons
Will also hear
The Heavenly Voice
Calling us, when we die,
To the Great Supper
In the sky.
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For an account of St Glykeria’s life:
https://www.oca.org/saints/lives/2022/05/13/101363-virgin-martyr-glyceria-at-heraclea
The Greek name ‘Glykeria’ translates to ‘Sweetness’ in English.
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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to the Union!
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