
Prayer is tempered by tragedy,
ringing like cymbals in the ears of G-d.
This kind of prayer
reverberates in the Heavens.
These are the prayers of the faithful,
while under duress in basements,
with the pounding of missiles,
and the screaming sirens.
Secure, while huddled underground,
in a place of refuge & prayer,
within our hearts, every minute, pulsing.
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A great use of the prompt. Life gets very static at times. That is not a bad thing. Great song choice for the prompt!
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Isolation has a way of bringing some clarity, reflection and peace. At the same time, it can be so debilitating. I like the message about insincere prayers. I pictured them just bouncing off the clouds.
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Your adventure lies with exploring what we find within… that message rings clear to me from your words. Beautiful poem. ❤
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Proper meditated prayer is exactly that, done properly, I feel….
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Shkoyach!
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It sounds so effective.
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