Where are God’s friends,
filled with the love of God? Possessing nothing
corruptible on earth, but constantly taking
up their cross they followed the Saviour,
walking safely by the narrow road,
taking absolute care not to fall into ravines
in an untrodden desert, waterless and dark,
but on the even road of the truth
of God’s commands, ever full of the light
of Christ’s orders, journeying in a fair
way of life and fervently serving God,
willingly afflicted in this vain life.
And therefore God loved them dearly
and gathered them into the haven of life
and into eternal joy, that they might be glad there,
and in the Paradise of pleasure and the heavenly bridal chamber
they might take their delight in the immortal Bridegroom
with the greatest joy.
They have gone from here
to God, the holy, with them they have
their lamps all prepared. Their virtue
is not found among us now. Their ascetic practice
is not found among us now. Their self-mastery
is not found among us now. Their piety
is not found among us now. Their meekness
is not found among us now. Their non-possessiveness
is not found among us now. Their keeping vigil
is not found among us now. Nor is love for God
found among us now. Christ’s compassion
is not found among us now. Nor is sympathy for his members
found among us. But we are all
savage, untamed and quite unable
to endure one another. Hour by hour our tongues
are fiery darts directed against one another.
We all seek honour, we all love glory,
we all love possessions, we are all slackers,
we are all slumberers. We are all crooked,
full of energy for gossip, sluggish for prayer,
resolute for roving, feeble at stillness,
all too eager for pleasure, sullen at self-mastery,
cold at loving and hot at hating,
sluggish at good deeds, eager for wicked.
Who would not lament and who would not weep
at our disposition, so full of slackness?
St. Ephrem, the Harp of the Holy Spirit