Ahead of tonight, an awesome poem by Tony. Who am I?Â (The Nature of the Self) Old man, crotchety and cross, Wandering traveller, albatross That never rests, over all time; This is the mystery sublime. Tramp, dancing a merry jig;…
Aber mit der Heimat
geht man immer herum,
durch die Welt,
dort und dort
No one could describe
the Word of the Father;
but when He took flesh from you, O Theotokos,
He consented to be described, and restored the fallen image to its former beauty.
We confess and proclaim our salvation in word and image.
Kontakion of the Triumph of Orthodoxy