The seed, swollen with moisture, burst asunder its covering of soil and out peers the blade of wheat, full of symbols. So faith, whose bosom is filled with goodly fruits, is a blade of praise. — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
O Lord, we cannot go to the pool of Siloe to which you sent the blind man. But we have the chalice of Your Precious Blood, filled with life and light. The purer we are, the more we receive. — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
The seed, swollen with moisture, burst asunder its covering of soil and out peers the blade of wheat, full of symbols. So faith, whose… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Blessed the one who has become a good spiritual net and caught many for the good Lord, such a one will greatly praised by… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
O Lord and Master of my life, take from me the spirit of sloth, meddling, lust of power, and idle talk. But give rather… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
If you are an ardent reader, seek not brilliant and erudite texts; otherwise the demon of haughtiness will strike your heart. But like a… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Like the apple of Thine eye preserve me, O Lord God; defend me and beneath Thy wings shelter me from temptations. — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Don't let your eyes look here and there, and don't look on someone elses' beauty, so that the devil will not conquer you with… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
It is blasphemy if you pray before God while you are full of anger. — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Prayer is converse with God, equal honor with the Angels, progress in good things, averting of evils, righting of sinners. — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Be a lamp in brightness, and make the works of darkness cease, so that whenever your doctrine shines, no one may dare to heed… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
O Lord, we cannot go to the pool of Siloe to which you sent the blind man. But we have the chalice of Your… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
Who is far from love is a bad state, and to be pitied. He passes his days in a delirious dream, far from God,… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
