Nets and snares were fashioned, then,
For the young fawn of the Virgin and Mother of God,
But the trap was broken and the fawn escaped, tearing the snare.
With His mother, like a blameless deer, He fled
Into Egypt, as Micah once said.
O Thou Who art everywhere and Who rulest over all, where dost Thou flee?
Where dost Thou lead? In what city
Shalt Thou make Thy dwelling?
What house will contain Thee, what place will support Thee?
No part of creation anywhere is invisible to Thy sight,
But all things are laid bare to Thee,
Thou art the Maker of All, O Christ.
Why, then, dost Thou flee, Holy One?
Because of Thee, Herod mourns as he weeps
That his power will soon be destroyed.
St. Romanos the Melodist, Kontakion on the Massacre of the Innocents
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