Calming the Storm

Your gods, you should soon realize,
Are sins and the vile, none the least.

The Holy, in Heavens, our Lord,
He is everywhere, always with me.
In chains, broken, poor and unheard,
I’ll praise him for as long as I’ll be.”

Beaming in his face like an angel,
Eustathius was crowned with a crown.
Among brothers he was the youngest,
And wisest he was among all men around.

An innocent heart that he had
He sealed for the Christ so much wise,
His beautiful youth of a lad,
He changed for eternal life in Paradise.

An ancient oak so heavily cried
A witness of their latest times.
And long time since then after while,
Upon tree, the three of them hanging.

They hung. Not allowed to put down,
So that beasts could tear them apart.
But the Lord who created alive, all around,
The saints were protected by God.

Then a cloud pillar has lit all from the shade
As the glory from Heavens revealed.
Our Lord, with His hand so glorious and great
To the Heavenly throne them concealed.

Oh, marvelous pillars of faith!
Through centuries faith Orthodox,
You would so faithfully claim it always,
Like golden ark built by the Noah.

Your bodies that will never perish
With no words, the praise to dear God they are giving,
A wondrous glory they sing to Creator,
Inspiring all good men that are currently living!

    The Holy Spirit Monastery, Vilnus. 1997.

A Parental Hymn

The stars in the sky are shining so warm,
– By Lord, the Creator, these candles burn.
For souls of departed, for souls of the living,
Big, famous, simple for God, and poor even.

All world so much infinite, – a Divine temple
Wise and eternal, a God’s gift example.
And this Milky Way will remind to each other,
That souls of departed are forever with Father.

The moon as a priest, may with smoke to them censer,
And voice full of joy may through Universe descending:
No names are forgotten ever by God
In that world each person in Him signifcance’s got.

Dedicated to the 1000-th Anniversary of Russian monasticism on Athos

Those whom this world did not deserve,
Hid in the precipices deep,
Those sweet hymns world did not observe,
The God has heard the saints speak.

No higher music that our God can hear,
Born with a song in silent peace,
Where purest heart is ringing free,
Far from the sinful bustle bliss.

Chorus:
Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
Have mercy upon us and keep us all safe,
We are walking through path that we’ve got,
Sanctify our path with Thy truest fame.

In mountains, the deserts, crevices so deep,
A judgment of world has reached its cadence,
To prayers so long, to an infinite weep
God heeded so gently with His providence.

Then prophets were born to the world,
The heroes, the kings, and even geniuses,
According to faith, their fateful lot,
To ashes with troops their kingdoms have perished.

Chorus.
Standing for the truth to death A birth where there is no perdition ever.
God’s Spirit in the holy nests
Has taken them towards Eternal Light in Heaven.

And we shall learn by their faith,
The patience, courage, and the love,
Rejecting body passion for always,
Let’s glorify till down, our God above.
Chorus.