In a circle of light. Dyachenko A., Priest

It is easy to imagine what an old sick person looks like at ninety years old. And during the funeral service on the face of the deceased, I again saw the imprint of holiness already familiar to me. It is difficult to describe it in words, but it is also impossible to confuse with something else. The face becomes such that it is impossible to take his eyes off him. So I would look at him and look. Something in it appears a solemn, significant, present that was hidden behind the simple kind gaze of old blind eyes. In the person of man, the sky is clearly and triumphantly imprinted. And it’s joyful for you that the sky did not pass by you. That next to you and in unison with yours was beating and praying such a heart. How grateful I am to you, Lord, for such people, for such a science. The next day after the funeral service, I accidentally discovered that several icons were in the temple at once. All images are in open places, so I noticed. I think: “And the image of the father of Nadezhda Dmitrievna, the holy martyr Demetrius? How is he? " I go to the icon, it is in such a corner, where the daylight almost does not fall, I looked closely. Indeed, it will be bare. What is in this sign? The sky rejoices from the fact that another righteous soul ascended to the mountain monastery? Or is it in consolation to us still remaining here on Earth?