Sick at Soul

“There was a time:  I thought to rise

Upwards in a jet like a fountain

But, having attained the crest,

I am cast down from the height.

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Perdition is near, – God is far

And, in my soul, I dare not pray

To Him.  I have not the strength.

I keep silence with lowered eyes.

You, meek one, lamb of God,

You pray, if you can,

Say a prayer in chaste humility

For those who are sick at soul.”

— Fr. Pavel Florensky

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