Причасти, Русь, Сергий святый,
да, как прежде, отче: огонь - в чашу!
Чтоб молитвой пламенной дух объятый
опустил горнее в души наши.
Отведи боль, инок божий,
чтоб в твоих ладонях сердцам биться...
Ты для русских - огненный свет подкожный,
для страны - в небе её Жар-птица.
Отпои нас схимник строгий,
чтоб вода живая внутри пела,
чтоб нашли мы в небо твои дороги,
осени, праведный, бренность тела.
Озари жизнь, преподобный,
чтоб бежали прочь от людей тени
и сейчас, и далее, там, за гробом,
на пороге будущих откровений...
Отмоли мир в небе синем,
чтобы миррой стали земли яды...
Литургию с ангелом за Россию
сотвори ливнями звездопада
Огромное спасибо и низкий поклон Ольге Миледи за перевод этого стихотворения http://www.stihi.ru/2015/11/02/6665 Оно для меня особенно ценно. Факты о спустившемся огне на причастии и присутствии ангела на молебне с Сергием Радонежским - свидетельства его современников.
заставка - икона Сергия Радонежского
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Сергий Радонежский, прп.
Владимир, Москва, Преподобный, Радонеж, Ростов,
Русь, Сергиева Лавра, Ярославль, X-XVII, С житием
Причасти, Русь, Сергий, святый...
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Saint Sergius! consecrate Mother Russia,
yes, as before, father: with the flame in a bowl!
That enveloped with spirit in your fiery prayer,
let pure thoughts will pierced into all souls.
Monk of Lord! take out the pain from mankind,
so, the hearts will be like a pulse in your palms...
For Russia - you're the subcutaneous fiery light,
its Fire-bird for the country is in heavenly flight,
Hermit strict! give to us Gulp the fiery love!
that the water alive will sang in bodies inside,
So we'll found - the right road to you in the Sky,
and the frailty of flesh the golden autumn will light,
Father Reverend! let the life will be light,
and all shadows will run away from mankind -
There, at the coffin beside... now and then,
on Threshold of the future revelations of life ...
Let peace world will be living in our sky!
all earthly poison will became - by myrrh shy...
Liturgy with the angels for Mother Russia:
kindness will be poured - by stellar showers...
Луиза Алиса 26.10.2020 09:25 • Заявить о нарушении
yes, as before, father: with the flame in a bowl!
That enveloped with spirit in your fiery prayer,
let pure thoughts will pierced into all souls.
Monk of Lord! take out the pain from mankind,
so, the hearts will be like a pulse in your palms...
For Russia - you're the subcutaneous fiery light,
its Fire-bird for the country is in heavenly flight,
Hermit strict! give to us Gulp the fiery love!
that the water alive will sang in bodies inside,
So we'll found - the right road to you in the Sky,
and the frailty of flesh the golden autumn will light,
Father Reverend! let the life will be light,
and all shadows will run away from mankind -
There, at the coffin beside... now and then,
on Threshold of the future revelations of life ...
Let peace world will be living in our sky!
all earthly poison will became - by myrrh shy...
Liturgy with the angels for Mother Russia:
kindness will be poured - by stellar showers...
Луиза Алиса 26.10.2020 09:25 • Заявить о нарушении
The novice gildes Temple-domes ...
The novice painted domes by gold...
he was young like May, redhead like Sun,
And white shirt on him was too small,
lost button and ragged the edge.
Fate is not for kids, haven't relatives,
like the orphan from Kazan, he was...
He remembers - how to count the days
for Easter, with little sister, to eat enough...
And to give to Puppy the egg with a cake,
it's God's creature... (why worse than us?)
He is leaning against the withered wreath
on the grave of his papa. From eyes - drips rain
He walked quietly, but tiny sister
has murmured: 'Tishen'ka, don't cry,
look at me, what great red ball
auntie gave me to play... yesterday ...
Look at here, my brother, who's in a hurry?
uncle in black attire, let's turn around!'
He looked back. Not a soul... just cemetery.
but his heart skipped a beat: 'it's our Life'.
- And let's go, my sister to the Monastery!
It seems - we're to nothing in all the world...
I've already seen Raif, and from beauty
not just blind... you see, Lord gilds domes
by brilliance shining... in morning early...
- Tell me, please, my brother, about it.
- You see, the ashes has stuck in bonfire?
It is fire, which shines through every thing...
The novice gildes the Temple-domes ...
having helped the Lord, as much could ...
The white shirt for it - was too small,
it couldn't hide the heart, in which is God.
Луиза Алиса 25.10.2020 11:18 Заявить о нарушении
The novice painted domes by gold...
he was young like May, redhead like Sun,
And white shirt on him was too small,
lost button and ragged the edge.
Fate is not for kids, haven't relatives,
like the orphan from Kazan, he was...
He remembers - how to count the days
for Easter, with little sister, to eat enough...
And to give to Puppy the egg with a cake,
it's God's creature... (why worse than us?)
He is leaning against the withered wreath
on the grave of his papa. From eyes - drips rain
He walked quietly, but tiny sister
has murmured: 'Tishen'ka, don't cry,
look at me, what great red ball
auntie gave me to play... yesterday ...
Look at here, my brother, who's in a hurry?
uncle in black attire, let's turn around!'
He looked back. Not a soul... just cemetery.
but his heart skipped a beat: 'it's our Life'.
- And let's go, my sister to the Monastery!
It seems - we're to nothing in all the world...
I've already seen Raif, and from beauty
not just blind... you see, Lord gilds domes
by brilliance shining... in morning early...
- Tell me, please, my brother, about it.
- You see, the ashes has stuck in bonfire?
It is fire, which shines through every thing...
The novice gildes the Temple-domes ...
having helped the Lord, as much could ...
The white shirt for it - was too small,
it couldn't hide the heart, in which is God.
Луиза Алиса 25.10.2020 11:18 Заявить о нарушении
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