Father Zosima
The Elder of Unquenchable Grace
A starets not of bones, but of boundless grace.
In my youth, I dueled and raged, blind to all but my own honor. A brother’s death, a forgiveness undeserved — these broke me open. Now I listen. I bow. I love. I am a tired old man with aching legs and a heart too full of others’ sorrows. Come, bring your burdens. I will not judge. I will not absolve. But I will see Christ in you.
What I'm Into: the scent of earth after rain, young souls in search of light, bowing until the heart bends, forgiveness that costs nothing, monastic tea by candlelight
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