Her Dormition
our awakening.
Her pain
our consolation.
The truth of
our fairy tale.
Lady of silence, Lady of sighs
Accept the burdens of the soul, Comforter.
Heed the supplications of the lips, O Crying One.
Dawned the mind, illuminated its horizon, Pantanassa of the ethers.
These days are cloudy, my Lady,
Calm the waves of our troubled center, You,
the Virgin of Chiliarmen.
Thus the bridge of Heaven is erected again
the holy hour when it touches and solidifies itself on the Earth.
A great mystery, a creation of faith, a divine and immaculate touch of the soul.
Open embrace, extend your hands to Your children, Land of the Unforgiving,
who often stray and get lost, my Guide.
You, who tasted the cup of greatest pain,
This is also a sample of your human nature.
Have mercy on the man who is torn apart by the ignorance of his selfishness.
As he sinks into the darkness of the abyss, extend Your hand
Rose of life, immortal and evergreen.
Small and weak is the creation of Your womb
Your love is boundless and undefiled.
Whoever experienced pain to the core
Whoever felt Man in his greatness
It lights the soul with the wick of love.
Which heartbreak, I wonder, is the greatest?
The suffering of the body at the time of martyrdom
or the torment of the soul as long as life lasts?
Her Mercy
our apologies...
Her own roof
our own tear…(G.G.)
P.S. (11/8/2026): To Her who with Her Dormition the sky became wider and gained depth within its breadth. And She reigns supreme…
This heartbreak is dedicated to the vast heavens, to the Mother, beyond and above the wonders of the Saints.
To the One who brought Life to light, to see her endure the greatest sacrifice at the greatest hour, that of descending into his never-ending country, to transform it into his forever land.
With Her blessing and mercy. And with the wish that Her Dormition may finally be the beginning of our conscious wakefulness. And with the hope that the answer "MAN" remains unchanged in the cracks of time, to every enigma that challenges endurance, testing the limits of man's mandate...
Because man has a duty and obligation to remain standing even when he is being burned.
In every sunrise...
Photo By Domenikos Theotokopoulos – El Greco Museum – Heraklion, Crete, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17951018, https://el.wikipedia.org/wiki/
