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Trisagion

  • Julia Triculescu
  • Apr 9
  • 1 min read

two bowed to three praised 

fall crown to womb to

right to left to

kiss oil on wood on gold.

 Holy God,

man and child whisper

to silk scraps slipped,

flicked. O,

Theotokos, pray

 Holy Mighty,

to glory-eyed seraphim,

Eye of God, of Saint of

Man

chant:

     “Holy Immortal,”

closed in prayer

clothed in gold

in oil

in wood.

       “have mercy on us!”

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