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Home›Traditions›Eastern Orthodox

Eastern Orthodox Illustrations

Reading Scripture as a path to Theosis — deification and union with God.

Key question: “How does this passage draw us into the mystery of God and guide us on the path of theosis?”

23,842 sermon illustrations through the Eastern Orthodox lens

Poetry

Thee, God, I Come from

Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed about Mote-like in thy mighty...

Universal

Gerard Manley Hopkins

129 words

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Poetry

A Pæan

How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep!--oh! to dishonor Dead beauty with a tear!

Universal

Edgar Allan Poe

250 words

Poetry

273. Song—Tam Glen

MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len’, To anger them a’ is a pity, But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?

To -- [Harriet]

Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command, When accents of horror it breathes in our ear, Or compels us for aye bid adieu to the land, Where exists that loved friend to our bosom so dear, 'Tis sterner...

To Wordsworth

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow, Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn. These common woes I feel. One loss is...

Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd, And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on...

We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --

We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- It would hurt us -- were we awake -- But since it is playing --...

The Girl of Cadiz

Oh never talk again to me Of northern climes and British ladies; It has not been your lot to see, Like me, the lovely Girl of Cadiz.

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

375 words

Poetry

538. Song—Now Spring has clad the grove in green

NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew’d the lea wi’ flowers; The furrow’d, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showers. While ilka thing in nature join Their sorrows to forego, O why thus all alone are...

Sonnet 12 - Indeed this very love which is my boast

Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,— This love even, all my worth,...

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

111 words

Poetry

294. Song—To Mary in Heaven

THOU ling’ring star, with lessening ray, That lov’st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher’st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. dear departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? See’st thou thy lover lowly laid?

To---

well I know your subtle Sex, Frail daughters of the wanton Eve,-- While jealous pangs our Souls perplex, No passion prompts you to relieve. From Love, or Pity ne'er you fall, By _you_, no mutual Flame is felt, "Tis Vanity,...

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

116 words

Poetry

Sonnet 7: Lo! in the orient when the gracious light

in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each under eye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty; And having climb'd the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong youth in his middle...

Sonnet 121: 'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing: For why should others' false adulterate eyes...

Sonnet 70: That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

Sonnet 152: In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn

In loving thee thou know'st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn, In vowing new hate after new love bearing: But why of two oaths' breach...

A loss of something ever felt I --

A loss of something ever felt I -- The first that I could recollect Bereft I was -- of what I knew not Too young...

To Edward Williams

The serpent is shut out from Paradise. The wounded deer must seek the herb no more In which its heart-cure lies: The widowed dove must cease to haunt a bower Like that from which its mate with feigned sighs Fled in the April hour.

370. Song—Sic a Wife as Willie had

WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca’d it Linkumdoddie; Willie was a wabster gude, Could stown a clue wi’ ony body: He had a wife was dour and din, O Tinkler Maidgie was her mither; Sic a wife...

The Frost of Death was on the Pane --

The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak We fought Mortality. Our passive...

Sonnet--To Science

true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities How should he love thee?

Sonnet 22 - When our two souls stand up erect and strong

When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curved point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented?

Universal

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Short94 words

Poetry

Homer's Hymn to the Earth: Mother of All

O universal Mother, who dost keep From everlasting thy foundations deep, Eldest of things, Great Earth, I sing of thee!

Condolatory Address to Sarah Countess of Jersey, on the Prince Regent's Returning Her Picture to Mrs. Mee

WHEN the vain triumph of the imperial lord, Whom servile Rome obeyed, and yet abhorred, Gave to the vulgar gaze each glorious bust, That left a likeness of the brave, or just; What most admired each scrutinising eye Of all that decked that passing pageantry?

Universal

George Gordon, Lord Byron

341 words