Premonition of hellish Torments
Hellish waves have embraced me
To the depths of my soul.
The abyss takes me away.
My soul has become thin and weak.
Oh, my God, my God!.. Don't leave me.
Inhaling You, I exhale contrition
In the killing reflection of stars.
Let all words become non-existent,
Like burnt comets,
Like fallen leaves, let all words decay,
Turn into scattered ashes...
And only Your uncreated Word will rise!
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Whoever has stood face to face with death will understand this... A person who has swum far out to sea at night, when there is no one from whom to ask for help except God, carried ever farther from the shore by the outgoing tide, utterly exhausted, with the bitter-salty taste of seawater filling the mouth—such is the reckless man adrift upon the sea of the passions. And if, by God's mercy, he nevertheless reaches the shore, he will never again be able to forget it.