When high winds on the coast create dust on the horizon, the sun rises lemon yellow.
῍Ω θείας! ὢ φίλης! ὢ γλυκυτάτης σου φωνῆς! μεθ’ ἡμῶν ἀψευδῶς γάρ, ἐπηγγείλω, ἔσεσθαι, μέχρι τερμάτων αἰῶνος Χριστέ· ἣν οἱ πιστοί, ἄγκυραν ἐλπίδος, κατέχοντες ἀγαλλόμεθα.
O Thy divine and beloved and most sweet voice; Thou hast truly promised that Thou wouldst be with us unto the end of the world, O Christ; and we faithful rejoice, having this as an anchor of hope.
From the Ninth Ode of Paschal Matins
Dear Father Justin ,
This is an amazing unique post .!
Both the words and the photo express everything!
Thank you very much for this perfect photograph.
It is a blessing to be reminded that we have such a hope. Very beautiful picture. ♥️
Thank you for this beautiful and hopeful post Father.