This past weekend we were at St Tikhon’s Monastery in PA, whose cemetery hosts our grave plots and headstone (but not us, yet). Looking upon your own grave is a bracing exercise.

I am the image of thine ineffable glory
though I bear the wounds of my transgressions.
Pity thy creature, O Master,
and purify me by thy loving-kindness.
Grant unto me my desired fatherland,
making me again a citizen of Paradise.