“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.
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