I’d say a thousand prayers to St. Xenia
if I knew you’d be okay,
and I’d prostrate before St. Nicholas
to keep you on your journey’s way.
I’d never miss another Pascha–
no matter how tired I may be.
I’d bow a thousand Trisagions,
making it down to my aching knees.
My patron St. of Disasters,
please have mercy on me
and intercede on my behalf,
while weathering this raging sea.
I can tell you, I’ll do these anyway,
because somehow, I now believe.
Your saint is guiding this journey,
and I have my St. Genevieve.