PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

A Hesychastic Meditation on Psalm 37 (Grail) There are mornings when I wake already in combat. No sound, no movement, only the sudden pressure of thoughts that strike like arrows the moment consciousness returns. As Psalm 37 whispers, “Do not fret because of the wicked,”  I see the enemy clearly: not people, not circumstances, but the shadowed distortions that descend unbidden. The wickedness is within. The torment is unseen. The mind begins its arguments before the body move

How lovely is Your dwelling place, Lord God of hosts. My soul is longing and yearning for the courts of the Lord. My heart and my soul ring out their joy to God, the living God. (Psalm 84:2–3, Grail Translation) In the stillness of this hermitage, where the rhythm of my own breath marks the hours, I have come to know the psalmist’s cry as my own. The dwelling place of the Lord is not somewhere far away but within; the hidden chamber of the heart that grace has hollowed out th