“Singing to you the loan” we praise you, Theotokos. But how can our psalm reach, my Virgin, and be heard by You? Perhaps our dictionaries will offer us the answer to this question.

There, we read that “to sing” also means “to stretch, tighten, pull and let sound out from a string of a bow.” It is clear that the psalmists of the early times of Christianity knew how to stretch the string of the bow and let their hymns to the Most Holy Theotokos resound loudly and faithfully.

However, we do not know and we doubt if we are ready to understand. Nevertheless, we wish to try the bow of our words and sometimes we feel determined to stretch, to tighten, to pull and let the string sound in the small surroundings that our awkward arrows can reach.

Inside us, after all, despite any doubts that haunt us, there is a faith that has established itself that our own bow can be held by no one else. Each era has its own Philoctetes, and every “archer” has his small and great secrets.

Let us not give in, therefore, to the certainty of our desolation and let us follow our companions. We hold in our hands the bow of our own life and we can already hear the oars glimmering in the foamy sea.