Idiot Psalm: With Fear

Μετά φόβου Θεού, πίστεως καί ἀγἀπης, προσέλθετε

—a psalm of Isaak, sore afraid

Forgive, O Fire, Forgive, O Light, the patent,fraught impurity of we who thus presumeto open unclean lips, availing nowa portal for Your purity. Forgivethe chatter of our blithely fearless crowdawaiting Your pure body pretty muchthe way we stand in any fast-food queue,considering our neighbors' faults, puzzlingat those odd few who seem to shiver someas they approach Your wound. Holy One allowthat as we near the cup, before the coalis set upon our trembling tongues, beforewe blithely turn and walk again intoour many other failures, allow that wemight glimpse, might apprehend something of the fearwith which we should attend this sacrifice,for which we shall not ever be found worthy,for which—I gather—we shall never be prepared.