All the saints wrote many praises to our Panagia. But I, the poor one, have found no words more elegant or sweet to describe her, than to cry out to her at every moment: '' My dear Mother! My dear,
sweet Mother! When my soul departs may it come into thy hands, and through them may it be given to its Creator, thine Only-begotten Son.
Elder Joseph the Hesychast
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.