Narrated Poetry

 I started to narrate Poetry by Saint Symeon the New Theologian on YouTube (click here for theplaylist). In addition, I am also narrating poetry in similar styles. Here are some selections by the mysterious poet known as The Deacon.

A Pentecost

                      What is this, what delight?

There was darkness, a void all around,

but now nothing but light!

Na, not from the Sun, not the flames of that great old disk, but from a flame now placed within me.

 

Its heat is within, but I am not consumed!

Like the burning bush!

Is this holy ground, should I take off my shoes.

Oh, but if you could engulf me tender flame,

leave nothing not even the ash,

only the sweet smoke of my delight in you.

 

Lord of Madness

                   What is this in my hidden chamber,

Once empty, now filled with precious stone!

 

Who puts all such wealth in an open pot filled with holes?

What kind of banker invests when there is no return?

Who sees a sinking ship and jumps on?

 

What marvel, unmerited, and undeserved.

Is there no logic to your love?

The apostle was the greatest of sinners,

 

Clearly, I have surpassed him in my deeds.

Why give to me without reserve?

 

All of your children must be deranged,

Truly you are a Lord of Madness,

For love me so recklessly and give to me without measure.

 

A Tree

You made me a tree of life,

How can this be? What is this mystery?

I still see Cronus consuming his children

His great grandfather still chipping away at Cupid’s wings

Yet, your roots are within me laughing at the face of time.

 

Oh, Styx you have become now a spring,

Charon you are now my gardener.

And you Hades your gates have been reforged,

Shears, pruners, lopper, are now your trade

All for this precious tree that you have planted in me

 

All things you have indeed made new.

The world now is mine and every part,

The good, the bad, the ugly,  all are mine.

There is not one thing that will not be used.

For this tree, this precious tree of yours.