Tuesday, June 28, 2011

My Precious Clarity

Troubled mind
Troubled heart
Confused
Disturbed
Falling apart
Feelings sinking
Drowning deep
Alone
Forgotten
My insides weep
But Someone calls out
Takes hold my hand
Collects all my tears
Helps me to stand
No longer alone
My precious clarity
I can always look up to G-d
And He will smile
Back at me
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written 2003
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4 comments:

  1. %Shocked%1:12 PM, June 28, 2011

    I've already read this three times and know that I could read it many more times! Can I post it on my blog and credit it to you with a link to your blog please?

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  2. Devorah Zolotarev4:23 PM, June 28, 2011

    to shocked- sure. im glad that you like the poem. i mean every word i say in my poetry. and really becomes precious when you let yourself look Upward and accept G-d in your life :)

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  3. Anonymous5:00 PM, June 30, 2011

    beautiful poem!

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  4. S.A.6:52 PM, October 13, 2012

    Poignant! I love this poem, (especially the fact that it's written with short phrases).

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