Yet [*/+/^] : 27.225 MHz, Some Leadings Toward Stars; Psalm LXX 55:9-11

Over my enemies, Lord, grant me great victory

that I might not embarrass my brethren, the Believers, the Faithful.

Over my many enemies, Lord, grant me great victory:

wrath, rage, vengeance-seeking and impatience---all mine and many---

trample them down, Lord, as You (once and for all) trampled

down death by Your own Death,

then rising to Resurrected Life.

Infuse my soul with a plentiful share of Your Resurrected Life---

that Light which dispels the shadows of old and new sins.

Without that Resurrected Life, Lord, I am nothing but a

walking dead man, already a corpse (though verbose with much talking),

already rapidly decomposing with the acceleration of sixty-seven years.


J-Called, an Orthodox Christian

 

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