Defender of the weak and orphaned,
Have mercy on us and in days of gloom
Deprive us not of Thy bounty!
Around us... And our spirit fails -
Dog-tired of suffering in worldly tribulations
Among temptations and alarms...
the Holy Gospel action word [verb];
But the world searched for a "leader" of another type,
And it failed to follow Thee...
Didst Thou chose, no royal throne.
Such as Thee the world needs not,
Thou art too meek and humble.
With treachery and falsehood, evil impudent,
With vicious sneering over holy high,
And over God's truth and goodness.
(In memory of hieromonk Methodius)
That he lived with us - and he died...
The tumulus took him to in,
And all is grief: "He’s gone from us”...
"He’s gone in full" ... In full ... True,
He is no longer in the bustle,
Amid a world full of injustice...
My friend, my brother – my co-pastor – where are you?
The grave keeps silent... O, silent tumulus...
The flowers only smell sweet.
O Lord! To the bereaved grant power
To endure the grief of loss!
Thou, in Whose hands the breath of life is,
Thou God of peace, of truth and love,
Thou King of the upper, sweetest homeland,
Doth hope revive in us!
Thou knewest the pursuits of his spirit -
To Thee he rushed with all his heart;
Doth accept him in Thine dwellings
And repose him with the saints.
(War of 1940-1945)
Has come – as willed by the Creator;
Years pass – but the cup of suffering
We have not drunk up to the end.
People are dashing - but there’s no escape;
Kingdoms, and nations in bloody fallow
Are fighting to death, in search of "victories".
What happens next? What shall we live on?
In this grief and anguish who shall help
To soothe the soul and to strengthen the spirit?
The lighting lamp is shifted, and the torch is down;
Fiercely rages the sea of life,
All terribly rages - hour on hour.
All have forgotten, an idol erected
Peoples are dying, the universe trembles,
In its very foundations the World vacilates...
Our mournful call: have mercy! Forgive!
In Thee Alone we put our trust
To find peace and joy for the soul...
Thy truth and grace - know no boundaries,
Even in sufferings Thou nurture and save us,
And before Thee we prostrate flat.
So that free from the heavy shackles
We may glorify Thy sweetness unending
Through generations - to generations to come.
Thy mercy is a shrine for oppressed
And Thy kingdom, Thy power, Thy glory
Are now and forever and ever and ever!
Source: "Pillar of Fire. Metropolitan of New York and of Eastern America Philaret (Voznesenskiy) and the Russian Orthodox Church (1964-1985)", - Sankt Petersburg, 2007. Compilation and commentary by nun Kassia (T.A. Senina)