A prayer of our holy father St. Ephraim the Syrian

O how uncaring I am. H ow rude, how worldly my soul has become. O corrupt heart, O lips full of gall, O throat which is an open sepulcher. O soul, why do you forget that your end inescapably draws near? W hy do you not ready yourself for this voyage? W hy do you, with no pity for yourself, go after destruction? W hy do you bring everlasting torment on yourself? O soul, what are you doing, that you live as a senseless creature? W oe to me, who have chosen darkness rather than light. H ow I would rather have that pleasure today, but which tomorrow vanishes, rather than everlasting and unspeakable bliss. W oe to me who consents to be robed in a dark and dismal cloak instead of a garment radiant as the sun. H ow I would rather the wretched abodes of Hell instead of the kingdom of heaven. W oe to me, a sinner. I willingly and knowingly throw myself into complete destruction. O my soul, at last come to a sound m...