The world is gripped hard in the devil’s claw –
From darkness, lies, insanity, there is no escape.
The Christians pray in caves, at home, in the catacombs.
The vigil lamps are lit and burn before the icons.
The struggler’s will is failing,
The red martyr’s blood is running,
The torturer’s face is smirking.
Where are our deliverers?
St George, with his dragon-slaying spear?
St Nikon, preaching fiery words of repentance?
St Symeon, singing spiritual hymns of boundless beauty?
None of these – alone, together – will lift us from despair.
Only suffering – intense, bone-racking, soul-rending – will save us.
Our lives have been too insubstantial,
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The rest is at https://www.newenglishreview.org/custpage.cfm?frm=191030&sec_id=191030.
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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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