The Little Orphan
an autobiographical poem
by St. John Jacob (the Romanian)
Blessed John (Jacob) of Neamts, the New Chozebite
“the child of zero” who “followed the One”*
Resurrection Day!
The bells are ringing!
Old men sit at their verandas,
Others are at their doorsteps.
The young and the children
Go out in their best clothes
To meet their friends at the church
Of the cemetery.
This mystical fragrance
Of the Holy Feast!
They take it in … like incense,
From herbs and flowers.
The Fields are robed
In a beautiful dress
And everything looks now
Renewed on the earth.
Near the Holy Altar
Of the wooden church
A little child offers
Candles and oil.
He kisses the Holy Cross
In front of the fresh tomb
And kneels crying
With sighs.
When the bells are ringing
In a jubilant tone
Near the Cross the little orphan
Sheds tears with pain.
Suddenly, while absorbed in his tears
And his deep sighs,
At the ringing of the bells
A sweet voice he hears :
“Cry Not, my child, today
Feel not sad, because, look!
By your side am I
Christ is Risen!”
Was this his mother’s voice
Coming from the tomb
His sadness to dispel
From his broken bosom?
Immediately the orphan
Rises and ecstatically looks up,
Searching to find
Who was speaking to him.
Then, from the Altar most Holy
By the smoked wall
He sees the Risen Christ
Sweetly smiling to him.
His little heart is lit
His face calms
His pain leaves him
And such is his mind:
“If I see here
The Risen Lord
Then my mother too
Is risen with Him.”
Speaking thus to his mind
Humbly he bows
And kissing the tomb
Returns to his ‘home’!
Alone, lonely, he lives
At his earthly lodgings,
His poor father
Died at the war.
Often at nights he sleeps
By the tomb with them.
Crying in the morning he returns
Back to the deserted house.
But the bells ring!
Again at the cemetery
His mother’s voice
Is heard to say:
“Cry not, my child, today
Do not be sad,
Because, lo, I am with you
Christ is Risen!”
Since then our little orphan
Stopped sighing.
And whenever the bells ring
His heart is consoled!