The twelfth sermon of Saint Gregory of Nyssa on the Song of Songs
5- I rose to open to my beloved; My hands are dripping myrrh, and my fingers are dripping myrrh, on the lock handle. 6- I opened for my beloved, but my beloved turned and passed. […]
5- I rose to open to my beloved; My hands are dripping myrrh, and my fingers are dripping myrrh, on the lock handle. 6- I opened for my beloved, but my beloved turned and passed. […]
Death is the result of the new state into which man passed after the fall, and its cause is sin. Thus it became man's enemy. But this life is only an inn. We enter it and spend our whole present life in it. But we strive to leave it with good hope. We must not leave here anything that we might miss there.