As for Gód, his wáys are pérfect; 
the wórd of the Lórd, purest góld.
Hé indéed is the shíeld   
of áll who máke him their réfuge.

For whó is Gód but the Lórd?   
Whó is a róck but our Gód?
the Gód who gírds me with stréngth  
and mákes the páth safe befóre me.

My féet you made swíft as the déer’s;   
you have máde me stand fírm on the héights.
You have tráined my hánds for báttle  
and my árms to bend the héavy bów.

– Psalm 18

2 Replies to “Vigils”

    1. I woke up at 3:30am and had a crazy urge to pray Vigils, as we do in the Monastery. Haven’t been there in a couple of years now. Maybe will never go there again since, unfortunately, they seem to have completely bought into the world wide paranoia of covid. I’ll be surprised if they ever open up to visitors again. Fear is a powerful thing.
      Ah well, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.

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