I wanted to take a moment to pause and share with you a beautifully profound prayer I like to read every Thanksgiving. I often bring it out throughout the year as well. It simultaneously lifts me up to the skies and also infuses deep peace in my soul, grounding me to our sweet earth. It is a prayer for all people at all times.
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Kontakion 1 Everlasting King, Your will for our salvation is full of power. Your right arm controls the whole course of human life. We give You thanks for all Your mercies, seen and unseen. For eternal life, for the heavenly joys of the Kingdom which is to be. Grant mercy to us who sing Your praise, both now and in the time to come. Glory to You, O God, from age to age.
Ikos 1 I was born a weak, defenseless child, but Your angel spread his wings over my cradle to defend me. From birth until now Your love has illumined my path, and has wondrously guided me towards the light of eternity; from birth until now the generous gifts of Your providence have been marvelously showered upon me. I give You thanks, with all who have come to know You, who call upon Your most Holy name. Glory to You for calling me into being. Glory to You, for showing me the beauty of the universe. Glory to You, for spreading out before me heaven and earth... Like the pages in a book of eternal wisdom. Glory to You for Your eternity in this fleeting world. Glory to You for Your mercies, seen and unseen. Glory to You through every sigh of my sorrow. Glory to You for every step of my life's journey... For every moment of glory. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 2 O Lord, how lovely it is to be Your guest. Breeze full of scents; mountains reaching to the skies; waters like boundless mirrors, reflecting the sun's golden rays and the moving clouds. All nature murmurs mysteriously, breathing the depth of tenderness. Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Your love. Blessed are you, mother earth, in Your fleeting loveliness, which wakens our yearning for happiness that will last forever, in the land where, amid beauty that does not grow old, the cry rings out: Alleluia!
Ikos 2 You have brought me into life, as into an enchanted paradise. We have seen the sky like a chalice of deepest blue, where in the azure heights the birds are singing. We have listened to the soothing murmur of the forest and the melodious music of the streams. We have tasted fruit of fine flavor and the sweet-scented honey. We can live very well on Your earth. It is a pleasure to be Your guest. Glory to You for the Feast Day of life. Glory to You for the perfume of lilies and roses. Glory to You for each different taste of berry and fruit. Glory to You for the sparkling silver of early morning dew. Glory to You for the joy of dawn's awakening. Glory to You for the new life each day brings. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
It is the Holy Spirit who makes us find joy in each flower, the exquisite scent, the delicate color, the beauty of the Most-High in the tiniest of things. Glory and honor to the Spirit, the Giver of Life, who covers the fields with their carpet of flowers, crowns the harvest with gold, and gives us the joy of gazing at it with our eyes. O be joyful and sing to Him: Alleluia!
Ikos 3 How glorious You are in the springtime, when every creature awakes to new life and joyfully sings Your praises with a thousand tongues. You are the Source of Life, the Destroyer of Death. By the light of the moon, nightingales sing, and the valleys and hills are laid out like wedding garments...white as snow. All the earth is Your promised bride awaiting her spotless husband. If the grass of the field is like this, how gloriously shall we be transfigured in the Second Coming after the Resurrection! How splendid our bodies, how spotless our souls! Glory to You, bringing from the depth of the earth an endless variety of colors, tastes and scents. Glory to You for the warmth and tenderness of the world of nature. Glory to You for the numberless creatures around us. Glory to You for the depths of Your wisdom, the whole world a living sign of it. Glory to You; on my knees, I kiss the traces of Your unseen hand. Glory to You, enlightening us with the clearness of eternal life. Glory to You for the hope of the unutterable, imperishable beauty of immortality. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 4 How filled with sweetness are those whose thoughts dwell on You; how life-giving is Your Holy Word. To speak with You is more soothing than anointing with oil; sweeter than the honeycomb. To pray to You lifts the spirit, refreshes the soul. Where You are not, there is only emptiness; hearts are smitten with sadness; nature, and life itself, become sorrowful; where You are, the soul is filled with abundance, and its song resounds like a torrent of life: Alleluia!
Ikos 4 When the sun is setting, when quietness falls like the peace of eternal sleep, and the silence of the spent day reigns, then in the splendor of its declining rays, filtering through the clouds, I see Your dwelling-place: fiery and purple, gold and blue, they speak prophet-like of the ineffable beauty of Your presence, and call to us in their majesty. We turn to the Father. Glory to You at the hushed hour of nightfall. Glory to You, covering the earth with peace. Glory to You for the last ray of the sun as it sets. Glory to You for sleep's repose that restores us. Glory to You for Your goodness even in the time of darkness... When all the world is hidden from our eyes. Glory to You for the prayers offered by a trembling soul. Glory to You for the pledge of our reawakening...
On that glorious last day, that day which has no evening. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 5 The dark storm clouds of life bring no terror to those in whose hearts Your fire is burning brightly. Outside is the darkness of the whirlwind, the terror and howling of the storm, but in the heart, in the presence of Christ, there is light and peace, silence: Alleluia!
Ikos 5 I see Your heavens resplendent with stars. How glorious You are, radiant with light! Eternity watches me by the rays of the distant stars. I am small, insignificant, but the Lord is at my side. Your right arm guides me wherever I go. Glory to You, ceaselessly watching over me. Glory to You for the encounters You arrange for me. Glory to You for the love of parents, for the faithfulness of friends. Glory to You for the humbleness of the animals which serve me. Glory to You for the unforgettable moments of life. Glory to You for the heart's innocent joy. Glory to You for the joy of living... Moving and being able to return Your love. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 6 How great and how close You are in the powerful track of the storm! How mighty is Your right arm in the blinding flash of the lightning! How awesome is Your majesty! The voice of the Lord fills the fields, it speaks in the rustling of the trees. The voice of the Lord is in the thunder and the downpour. The voice of the Lord is heard above the waters. Praise to You in the roar of mountains ablaze. You shake the earth like a garment; You heap up to the sky the waves of the sea. Praise goes to You, as You bring low the pride of man. You bring from his heart a cry of Penitence: Alleluia!
Ikos 6 When the lightning flash has lit up the dining hall, how weak seems the light from our lamps. Thus, like the lightning, You surprisingly light up my heart with flashes of intense joy. After Your blinding light, how drab, how colorless, how unreal all else seems. My soul clings to You! Glory to You, the highest peak of men's dreaming. Glory to You for our unquenchable thirst for communion with God. Glory to You, for making us dissatisfied with earthly things. Glory to You, for shining on us Your healing rays. Glory to You, for subduing the power of the spirits of darkness... And dooming to death every evil.
Glory to You for the signs of Your presence... For the joy of hearing Your voice and living in Your love. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 7 In the wondrous blending of sounds it is Your call we hear; in the harmony of many voices, in the sublime beauty of music, in the glory of the works of great composers: You lead us to the threshold of paradise to come, and to the choirs of angels. All true beauty has the power to draw the soul towards You, and to make it sing in ecstasy: Alleluia!
Ikos 7 The breath of Your Holy Spirit inspires artists, poets and scientists. The power of Your supreme knowledge makes them prophets and interpreters of Your laws, who reveal the depths of Your creative wisdom. Their works speak unwittingly of You. How great You are in Your creation! How great You are in humanity! Glory to You, showing Your unsurpassable power in the laws of the universe. Glory to You, for all nature is filled with Your laws. Glory to You for what You have revealed to us in Your mercy. Glory to You for what You have hidden from us in Your wisdom. Glory to You for the inventiveness of the human mind. Glory to You for the dignity of humanity's labor. Glory to You for the tongues of fire that bring inspiration. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 8 How near You are in the day of sickness. You Yourself visit the sick; You Yourself bend over the sufferer's bed. Their heart speaks to You. In the throes of sorrow and suffering You bring peace and unexpected consolation. You are the comforter. You are the love which watches over and heals us. To You we sing the song: Alleluia!
Ikos 8 When in childhood I called upon You consciously for the first time, You heard my prayer, and You filled my heart with the blessing of peace. At that moment I knew Your goodness and knew how blessed are those who turn to You. I began to call upon You night and day; and now even now I call upon Your name. Glory to You, satisfying my desires with good things. Glory to You, watching over me day and night. Glory to You, curing affliction and emptiness with the healing flow of time. Glory to You, no loss is irreparable in You, Giver of eternal life to all. Glory to You, making immortal all that is lofty and good. Glory to You, promising us the longed-for meeting with our loved ones who have died. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 9 Why is it that on a Feast Day all of nature mysteriously smiles? Why is it that a heavenly gladness then fills our hearts; a gladness far beyond that of the earth and the very air in Church and in the altar becomes luminous? It is the breath of Your gracious love. It is the reflection of Mount Tabor’s glory. Then heaven and earth sing Your praise: Alleluia!
Ikos 9 When You called me to serve my brothers and sisters and filled my soul with humility, one of Your deep, piercing rays shone into my heart; it became luminous, full of light like iron glowing in the furnace. I have seen Your face, the face of mystery and of unapproachable glory. Glory to You, Glory to You, Glory to You, Glory to You, others. Glory to You, Glory to You, Glory to You, Glory to You, for transforming our lives with deeds of love. for making wonderfully Sweet the keeping of Your commandments. for making Yourself known where man shows mercy on his neighbor. for sending us failure and misfortune that we may understand the sorrows of for rewarding us so well for the good we do. for welcoming the impulse of our heart's love. for raising to the heights of heaven every act of love in sky and earth. O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 10 No one can put together what has crumbled into dust, but You can restore a conscience turned to ashes. You can restore to its former beauty a soul who is lost and without hope. With You, there is nothing that cannot be redeemed. You are love; You are Creator and Redeemer. We praise You, singing: Alleluia!
Ikos 10 Remember, my God, the fall of Lucifer full of pride, keep me safe with the power of Your Grace; save me from falling away from You. Save me from doubt. Incline my heart to hear Your mysterious voice every moment of my life. Incline my heart to call upon You, present in everything. Glory to You for every happening... Every state Your wisdom has put me in. Glory to You for what You speak to me in my heart. Glory to You for what You reveal to me, asleep or awake. Glory to You for scattering our vain imaginations. Glory to You who through suffering raise us up from the quicksand of our passions. Glory to You for curing our pride of heart by humiliation. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Across the cold chains of the centuries, I feel the warmth of Your breath, I feel Your blood pulsing in my veins. Part of time has already gone, but now You are the present. I stand by Your Cross; I was the cause of it. I cast myself down in the dust before it. Here is the triumph of love, the victory of salvation. Here the centuries themselves cannot remain silent, singing Your praises: Alleluia!
Ikos 11 Blessed are they that will share in the King's Banquet: but already on earth, You gave me a foretaste of this blessedness. How many times with Your own hand You have held out to me Your Body and Your Blood, and I, though a miserable sinner, have received this Mystery, and have tasted Your love, so ineffable, so heavenly. Glory to You for the unquenchable fire of Your Grace. Glory to You, building Your Church, a haven of peace in a tortured world. Glory to You for Baptism’s life-giving water, where we find new birth. Glory to You, restoring the repentant to purity white as the lily. Glory to You for the cup of salvation and the bread of eternal joy. Glory to You for exalting us to the highest heaven. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 12 How often have I seen the reflection of Your glory in the faces of the dead. How resplendent they were, with beauty and heavenly joy. How ethereal, how translucent their faces. How triumphant over suffering and death, their felicity and peace. Even in the silence they were calling upon You. In the hour of my death, enlighten my soul, too, that it may cry out to You: Alleluia!
What sort of praise can I give You? I have never heard the song of the Cherubim, a joy reserved for the spirits above. But I know the praises that nature sings to You. In winter, I have beheld how silently in the moonlight the whole earth offers You prayer, clad in its white mantle of snow, sparkling like diamonds. I have seen how the rising sun rejoices in You, how the song of the birds is a chorus of praise to You. I have heard the mysterious mutterings of the forests about You, and the winds singing Your praise as they stir the waters. I have understood how the choirs of stars proclaim Your glory, as they move forever in the depths of infinite space. What is my poor worship! All nature obeys You, while I do not. Yet while I live, I see Your love, I long to thank You, and call upon Your name. Glory to You, for giving us light. Glory to You, for loving us with love so deep, divine and infinite. Glory to You, for blessing us with light, and with the host of angels and saints. Glory to You, Father, All-Holy, promising us a share in Your Kingdom. Glory to You, Redeemer Son, who has shown us the path to salvation. Glory to You, Holy Spirit, life-giving Sun of the world to come. Glory to You for all things, Holy and most merciful Trinity. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 13 Life-giving and merciful Trinity, receive our thanksgiving for all Your goodness. Make us worthy of Your blessings, so that, when we have brought to fruit the talents You have entrusted to us, we may enter the joy of our Lord, exulting forever in the shout of victory: Alleluia! [repeat Kontakion 13 and its Alleluia three times]
Ikos 1 I was born a weak, defenseless child, but Your angel spread his wings over my cradle to defend me. From birth until now Your love has illumined my path, and has wondrously guided me towards the light of eternity; from birth until now the generous gifts of Your providence have been marvelously showered upon me. I give You thanks, with all who have come to know You, who call upon Your name. Glory to You for calling me into being. Glory to You, for showing me the beauty of the universe. Glory to You, for spreading out before me heaven and earth... Like the pages in a book of eternal wisdom. Glory to You for Your eternity in this fleeting world. Glory to You for Your mercies, seen and unseen. Glory to You through every sigh of my sorrow. Glory to You for every step of my life's journey... For every moment of glory. Glory to You, O God, from age to age!
Kontakion 1 Everlasting King, Your will for our salvation is full of power. Your right arm controls the whole course of human life. We give You thanks for all Your mercies, seen and unseen. For eternal life, for the heavenly Joys of the Kingdom which is to be. Grant mercy to us who sing Your praise, both now and in the time to come. Glory to You, O God, from age to age! PRIEST: For Yours is the Kingdom and the power and the glory of the Father, and the Son and the Holy Spirit, now and forever and to the ages of ages.
READER: Amen. Lord, have mercy. [X12]
PRIEST: Peace be with all. (And with your spirit.) Let us bow our heads to the Lord. (To You, O Lord.) Most merciful Master, Lord Jesus Christ our God, through the intercessions of our most pure Lady the Theotokos and ever-Virgin Mary, the power of the precious and life giving Cross, the
protection of the honorable, bodiless Powers of heaven, the supplications of the honorable and glorious prophet, and forerunner John the Baptist, the holy, glorious, and praiseworthy Apostles, our Fathers among the Saints, the great hierarchs and ecumenical teachers, Basil the Great, Gregory the Theologian and John Chrysostom, Athanasios, Cyril, and John the Merciful, patriarchs of Alexandria; Nicholas, bishop of Myra, Spyridon, bishop of Trimythous, Nektarios of Pentapolis — the wonder-workers; the holy, glorious great Martyrs George the Victorious, Demetrios the Myrrh-bearer, Theodore of Tyre, and Theodore the General, Menas the Wonderworker, the Hieromartyrs Haralambos and Eleftherios; the holy, glorious, and victorious martyrs; the glorious great Martyr and all-laudable Euphemia; the holy and glorious Martyrs Thecla, Barbara, Anastasia, Katherine, Kyriake, Fotene, Marina, Paraskeve and Irene; of our holy God-bearing Fathers; our father among the saints Basil, Archbishop of Caesarea in Capadocia and patron saint of this parish; the holy and righteous ancestors of God Joachim and Anna; and of all your Saints; Accept our prayer; grant us forgiveness of our transgressions; protect us under the shelter of your wings; drive away from us every enemy and adversary; grant peace to our life; Lord have mercy on us and on your world; and save our souls as a good and loving God. (Amen.)
READER: Glory to Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit. Both now and ever and to the ages of ages. Amen. Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Lord, have mercy. Father, bless!