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.
Have our Panagia, His dear, sweet Mother, as your protectress and entreat her constantly.
Embrace her holy icon as if she were alive, and wet it with tears as the myrrh-bearer did to Jesus' feet. And you will derive substantial consolation as if she were beside you. Elder Joseph the Hesychast
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.