PHILOKALIA MINISTRIES

The Seeker and St. Paul the Hermit The desert breathes with the slow rhythm of evening. St. Paul the Hermit sits at the entrance of his cave, the sand warm beneath his hands, the silence heavy and alive. The seeker approaches with hesitation, carrying a psalter worn thin with prayer. Seeker: Father, my soul cries out with the psalmist, “Save me, O God, for the waters have risen to my neck. I have sunk into the mud of the deep and there is no foothold.” This is how I feel when