Monday, October 9 : Symeon the New Theologian

I have removed to a distance benevolent one, and hid in the desert, my sweet master. Plunged in the night of life’s worry, and there I sustained many wounds. Having gone up I bear many blows in my soul, and I cry out amid the suffering and trouble of my heart “Have mercy, have pity on me the transgressor.” O soul loving docter, who alone loves mercy, who heals the weak and wounded as a gift, “Hear my bruises and wounds, drip the oil of your grace O God!” Anoint my injuries, wipe out my infections, form scar tissues, and bind up my severed members. Heal the whole of me completely as before, when I did not have defilement. I slacked off Master as I took confidece in my self. I was dragged down by worry about perceptible matters. I fell down, wretched, in the concern of life’s problems, and I became cold like black iron. Lying around for a long time I took on rust. Because of this I shout to you, asking to be purified anew, benevolent one. To be lifted up to my first beauty, to enjoy fully your light now and always, and to all ages, Amen.

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