a light burden: my life as an Orthodox Christian

I sing like a plain, unexceptional black-feathered bird. With every stroke of my pen, I sing my modest song of worship, not always melodiously. I am reduced to more or less efficacious poetic words; I am not like the eagles who soar and fly with their powerful wings and supply meat to their young. I am a tiny, easily chilled bird, pecking at seeds on the ground and chirping softly. I cannot go far. But if this is what God wants, then that is all it is sufficient for me to know.