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Perseverare
On your knees.
Shokeling,
wailing,
prostration.
Finger the beads.
Eyes open,
eyes closed,
somewhere in between.
Call on
who you have to call on.
Different for us all,
so says the rabbi,
and the priest.
Heads covered,
uncovered,
hidden and in the sight of
(who you have to call on).
We wait
for the moment
when the Presence is near.
To heal our wounds,
to soothe our worries,
to remind us that
to be human is alright.
Sometimes it takes
longer than others.
Sometimes you lose hope.
Please don't.
May you feel
the one you have to call on.
May this give you peace.
Shokeling,
wailing,
prostration.
Finger the beads.
Eyes open,
eyes closed,
somewhere in between.
Call on
who you have to call on.
Different for us all,
so says the rabbi,
and the priest.
Heads covered,
uncovered,
hidden and in the sight of
(who you have to call on).
We wait
for the moment
when the Presence is near.
To heal our wounds,
to soothe our worries,
to remind us that
to be human is alright.
Sometimes it takes
longer than others.
Sometimes you lose hope.
Please don't.
May you feel
the one you have to call on.
May this give you peace.
Published 12th Dec 2012
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28th Feb 2013 9:54pm
I can picture expressions of penance, feel the hope that sometimes teeters on the brink of dispair in this brilliant work. You have such a way of crafting scenes, of making me feel like a viewer, and I love it.
