In Church
I love the church – its hexapteriga,
the silver of its sacred vessels, its candlesticks,
the lights, its icons, its pulpit.
When I enter a church of the Greeks,
with its fragrances of incense,
with its voices and liturgical choirs,
the stately presence of its priests
and the solemn rhythm of each of their movements –
most resplendent in the adornment of their vestments
my mind goes to the high honors of our race,
to the glory of our Byzantine tradition.
C. P. Cavafy
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