Two Poems On A Morning Walk Back From Shul
TWO POEMS ON ONE MORNING WALK BACK FROM SHUL
GOD I AM AFRAID OF MY LIFE NOW
God I am afraid of my life now
Afraid of what it will become
Afraid of what I have seen so many others suffer.
Holding on now.
Just holding on.
THE BEAUTY OF THE MORNING
The Beauty of the morning
Is the Light
The new day
The world beginning again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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