Homilies on the Dormition of the Mother of God · §2.5 · John of Damascus

Homily II — The preacher embraces her bier

But now that I have come to this point in my discourse, let me confess what I myself feel. Burning most hotly with the blazing torch of longing, I am seized with a kind of trembling and with tears that bring joy. As though I were embracing the very bed, blessed and lovely, full of wonders, which received the tabernacle that was the source of life and was granted holiness by having it laid there, I seemed to take into my own arms that sacred, all-holy dwelling, worthy of God. I pressed my eyes and lips and brow, my neck and cheeks, against her limbs, and I felt the touch, as though the body were there before me; and yet, when I looked, I could not see with my eyes what I longed for. How could I, when it has been caught up on high to the heavenly sanctuaries? But so much for that.

Greek

Ἀλλ' ἐνταῦθα τοῦ λόγου γενόμενος, ἵνα τὸ οἰκεῖον πάθος ἐξαγορεύσαιμι, θερμότατα καὶ ζέοντι πυρσῷ τοῦ πόθου καιόμενος, φρίκῃ τινὶ καὶ χαροποιοῖς συνείλημμαι δάκρυσιν, αὐτὴν τὴν κλίνην οἷα περιπτυσσόμενος, τὴν μακαρίαν τε καὶ ἐπέραστον, τὴν θαυμάτων γέμουσαν, τὴν τὸ ζωαρχικὸν σκῆνος δεδεγμένην, καὶ τῇ παραθέσει τὸν ἁγιασμὸν εὐμοιρήσασαν, αὐτὸ τὸ ἱερὸν, καὶ πανίερον, καὶ ἀξιόθεον σκήνωμα χερσὶν οἰκείαις ἐδόκουν ἐναγκαλίζεσθαι· ὀφθαλμοὺς, καὶ χείλη, καὶ μέτωπα, αὐχένα καὶ παρειὰς προσερείδων τοῖς μέλεσι, καὶ τῆς ἁφῆς ᾐσθόμην, ὡς ἐκ παρόντος συνισταμένης τοῦ σώματος, καὶ κατανοήσας ὀφθαλμοῖς κατιδεῖν τὸ ποθούμενον οὐ δεδύνημαι. Πῶς γὰρ ἂν ὃ μετάρσιον πρὸς σηκοὺς οὐρανίους ἀνήρπασται; Καὶ ταῦτα μὲν οὕτως.

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