October 31, 2011 § 3 Comments


We’re all shattered, we’re all crying.

We’re all seeking, we’re all asking.

We’re all failing, as we’re standing.

We’re all dancing to the tune of trying.

We’re all singing, we’re all laughing,

we’re all looking, our souls yearning.

Eyes half-closed, heart on top.

Blind we go, head-first jump.

Brittle faith, endless hope.

We rejoice, as we mourn.

We all come and go.

We Live. We Die.

We Love…

We Are .


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§ 3 Responses to

  • Iris says:

    This poem’s arrival is very timely as it coincides with the 10th anniversary of my beloved husband’s passing. Haven’t we all experienced this range of emotions? Life is a series of passages.

  • Sheryl says:

    It is amazing how the L-RD’s love reaches through time and space and is able to touch the very core of our being. Ale and Iris, may you both feel a special touch of love from our Abba today.

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