"Do not contempt misery and poverty, because they are the wings of the prayer. "
-Euagrius of Pontos, one of the mystic writers of the Philokalia.
The Room Alive of SufferingI grab life and squeeze it in my hand,The Room Alive of Suffering by PrayerWings
I snatch it – I steal it!!
But life just withers away, it dies, drops off
and finally vanishes completely from by my side.
Life is just the wretched side of death,
I feel now - and my tears flow.
No longer I can influence the events.
Deep inside I ponder: My God, my God!!
Cease from the acts of your hatred, my God!!
Then the God took back the sight from my first eye.
With a stigma I wandered amongst the men – just like Cain.
Why did you take back my eye? I blasphemed and rebelled.
Then the God took back the sight from my second eye.
I fell into the most overwhelming darkness
and I lived there silent for seven years.
I was silent for all those years.
After that the God gave me not two eyes
but seven eyes instead - and He gave me also
gift to see and interpret supernatural visions.
Then I started to praise my God and my Lord:
There is no wiser than the King of Kings,
There is no more supreme than the Lord of Lords!