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Hail, O you through whom the Creator becomes a Babe! And why do you cry, Alleluia? Hail, O hidden Sense of the Ineffable Plan! Hail, O Forecast of the Marvels of Christ! Hail, O Fountainhead of truths concerning Him! Hail, Celestial Ladder, by whom God came down!
Hail, O Bridge leading earthly ones to heaven! Hail, O Wonder, ever-thrilling to the angels! Hail, O Wound, ever-hurting to the demons! Hail, O you who gave birth to Light ineffably!
Hail, O you who told no one how it was done! Hail, O you who surpass the wisdom of the wise! Hail, O you who enlighten faithful minds! Bouncing and singing, he cried out to the Mother of God: Hail, O Tendril whose Bud shall not wilt! Hail, O Soil whose Fruit shall not perish! Hail, O Tender of mankind's loving Tender! Hail, O Gardener of the Gardener of Life! Hail, O Earth who yielded abundant mercies!
Hail, O Table full-laden with appeasement! Hail, for you have greened anew the pastures of delight! Hail, for you have prepared a haven for the souls!
Hail, acceptable Incense of Prayer! Hail, Expiation of the whole universe! Hail, O you Favor of God to mortal men! Hail, O you Trust of mortals before God! Learning that your conception was of the Holyl Spirit, he cried out: And running to Him as to a shepherd, they saw Him as a spotless lamb, grazing at Mary's breast. They sang a hymn to her and said: Hail, O Mother of Lamb and Shepherd!
Hail, O Fold of rational sheep! Hail, O Protection against unseen foes!
The Akathist Hymn
Hail, O Key to the Doors of Paradise! Hail, for the heavenly rejoice with the earth! Hail, for the earthly meet the heavens in song!
Hail, the Unsilenced Voice of the Apostles! Hail, the Undaunted Might of Martyrs! Hail, O Steadfast Foundation of Faith! Hail, O Shining Emblem of Grace! Hail, O you through whom death was despoiled! Hail, O you through whom we were clothed with glory! Using it as a beacon, they found through it the Mighty King, and reaching the One Beyond All Reach, they rejoiced and cried out to Him: Hail, O Radiance of the Mystical Day! Hail, O you who quenched the flame of error!
Hail, O Light of those who search the Trinity! Hail, O you who unthroned the Enemy of Men! Hail, O you who cleansed us from the stain of pagan worship! Hail, O you who saved us from the mire of evil deeds! Hail, O you who made cease the cult of fire! Hail, O you who guide the faithful toward wisdom! Hail, O you, Delight of all the Nations! For the idols, unable to stand your might, fell down, and those who had been delivered from them cried out to the Mother of God: Hail, O Resurrection of mankind!
Hail, O Downfall of the Demons! Hail, O you who crushed the error of deceit! Hail, O you who exposed the fraud of idols! Hail, O Sea who drowned the symbolic Pharaon!
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Hail, O Rock who quenched those who thirst for Life! Hail, O Pillar of Fire who guided those in darkness! Hail, O Shelter of the World, wider than the clouds! Hail, O Food who took the place of Manna! Hail, O Handmaid of holy delight! Hail, O Land of the promised good! Hail, O you who flow with milk and honey! Whereforre he marveled at your wisdom beyond words, and cried out: He came forth from a womb that had received no seed, and He left it intact as it had been, so that at the sight of this marvel, we would sing to her and cry out: Hail, O Blossom of Incorruption!
Hail, O Crown of Self-mastery! Hail, O you who shone forth as a Sign of Resurrection! Hail, O you who displayed the Life of Angels! Hail, Fruitful Tree from whom believers feed! Hail, Shady Glen where many are sheltered!
Hail, O you who have born the Guide of the Lost! Hail, Source of Life to the captives' Release! Hail, O you who unsettled even the Just Judge! Hail, Indulgence of many who have fallen! Hail, O Stole for those who lack freedom to speak! Hail, O Tenderness who exceed all desire! Hail, O Space of the Spaceless God! Hail, O Gate of the Sublime Mystery! The church is light and airy, and makes me think that some of the glory of Hagia Sophia is captured here, in this tiny wood and glass building. Never did I think that writing an Akathist and praying at an icon would bring me to this place in this time for my own healing.
In Vancouver, BC, women had been disappearing from the poor and dangerous downtown eastside.
Over twenty years, more than seventy women had vanished. Mary of Egypt in memory of the missing women and for all women who end up on the streets. It was amazingly difficult to write, and a friend of mine lent me an icon of St. Mary painted by Heather MacKean. The icon sat on my prayer table, where I could glance over and see it from my desk while I struggled with the Akathist.
It hovered at the back of my mind as I wrote and erased, scribbled and scratched out, paced the beach in the warm sunshine and fell asleep to phrases and lines of poetry running through my head. It hovered there as Heather and I walked and talked about St. On the Thursday of the week in Oregon, Heather and I drove from the coast to Portland to see our mutual friend, Jenny Schroedel and hear her talk about her book, Naming the Child, about miscarried and stillborn infants.
I had reviewed Naming the Child when it was published, and by the end of the first chapter, my tears blurred the words on the page.
James, aborted when I was 17, Tabitha, miscarried in my 20s and likewise shoved into the very bottom of my mind. I knew there was more to be done. Yet, sometimes, heaven gangs up on you.
I know more is going on at this small Portland church than just a visit with my friend. That could mean serious emotion, publicly displayed. I walk outside, enjoying the summer flowers, the warm air, the golden evening light, pacing, smoking, pacing more, anything to calm me while Father prepares for the service.