Oh L-rd,
only wisdom,
bright as your countenance,
will shed light on my wayward path,
tonight.
Tonight,
every night…
during the days of gloom,
when there is no room for this hope
to bloom.
To bloom,
like a flower,
transplanted from soil,
depleted by war’s cruelty,
and dearth.
And dearth,
leaves us scant food,
unable to nourish
our souls with everlasting hope,
and dreams.
And dreams,
vanish in sync
with the early morning
air raids, that signal a new day,
oh L-rd.
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You have touched us in a most profound way with poetry … thank you.
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a beautiful rendition with a sacred message:
“only wisdom,
bright as your countenance,
will shed light on my wayward path,”
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The ongoing war affects us in so many way…. this war will continue to fester our souls for generations to come.
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You really said it…is exactly that…like a morning alarm here…wonderful words….it must bloom, soon, I trust your words…
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A beautifully written poem!
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