Three Lights I saw on me bestow
To sit and dwell upon my head,
As I felt Someone to have wed.
And as the psalm so well exclaimed,
With no family I have played,
Or made them see Holy Chrism
As the Seal of those who listen.
Thrice did I see me lying dead
And the third time, as it is said
My life began in the Great Book
As satan quaked and was forsook.
I danced with love upon that day,
The iconostasis arrayed
With Those that are dearest to me,
Whether in heaven or on sea.
“Isaiah dance!”, and so did I,
With not a question as to why
I am given this hallowed bliss -
I know what I want not to miss.
A white robe and a candle bright
Relinquished the hold of the night,
As my flame was kindled anew
For all the things I would hold true.
A splendid peace and flawless joy
Was for a while to enjoy,
Until the angel newly born
Managed to make grace flee forlorn.
Half an hour did I manage
Until I tarnished God’s image
In a most consistent fashion
By the vigour of my passion.
But the day is remembered yet
When at His table I first ate
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