THE SIREN OF THE GUARD

With threats comes anxiety.  

Even nightmares take their shape.  

Somewhere, a terrifying fire ignites,  

and a public building goes up in flames.  

Or with some raging storm,  

the waters rise high.  

And then the sirens wail,  

when vigilance has been kept.  

I watched too with Celestial guardians,  

for dangers are countless in the dark,  

as the enemy with fierce rage descends  

and unleashes a dreadful flood upon our hearts.  

And then a sinister deception occurred.  

The Sacred Covenant was trampled upon.  

A wicked criminal traded in the Temple,  

yet no one seemed shocked or withdrawn.  

Wolves occupied the pulpit -  

not a single lamb bleated in alarm.  

And after Judas' yearning for Mammon,  

the warmth gave way to chilling calm.  

For long, I was a siren for souls,  

never ceasing my anxious call.  

Every word I shared, given,  

in light of the Sacred Example of Christ.  

But my hair turned gray with sorrow,  

and sadness settled deep within me,  

when they saw a threat in the guard,  

and in the siren - dark arrows.  

How can I write in these uncertain times?  

How can I be crucified for them?  

If they see black in the white,  

and in the Sacrifice - mortal sin?  

With threats comes anxiety.  

And today, anxiety is seen as heresy…  

And when they replace their God -  

prepare to be deemed unfortunate.  

For in a field overrun with weeds,  

a wicked disruptor is the grain.  

And the siren watches in vain,  

to startle them with the Divine Voice…  

Stefan Glavchev  

(The Rise of the Fall)