…My embrace, my tears, my laughter
gather in all the years,
my kiss stops rehearsed
genealogies of sin, outlawing of self.
Of course, you are my son…
Today: 8:30 am Matins; 9:30 am Divine Liturgy, Classes, Brunch; St. Francis Dining Hall
Tuesday: 6:00 pm Vespers
Thursday: 6:00 pm Vespers; 7:00 pm Choir
Saturday: 5:00 pm Liturgical Dynamics Class; 6:00 pm Vespers
Sunday: 8:30 am Matins; 9:30 am Divine Liturgy, Pot-Luck Brunch
A Psalm of Exile for the Pre-Lenten Sundays (Ps. 137)
By the waters of Babylon,
there we sat down and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there we hung up our lyres.
For there our captors required of us songs,
and our tormentors, mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
How shall we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand wither!
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!
Remember, O LORD, against the E’domites
the day of Jerusalem,
how they said, “Rase it, rase it! Down to its foundations!”
O daughter of Babylon, you devastator!
Happy shall he be who requites you
with what you have done to us!
Happy shall he be who takes your little ones