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A Poem For Yom Kippur
You are not, will not, do not what you dream. One accepts that one cannot be pure. Moreover, there are sins you would redeem, Knowing that your world remains secure. In you there is a longing to be known, Peered right through, as sun lights up a room, Perhaps just as you promise to atone, Understood and loved by One whose doom Remains wet, not yet hardened into stone. Article Directory: http://www.articledashboard.com Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. The poem appears on the Web site Poems for Free (www.poemsforfree.com) under "Yom Kippur Poems" (www.poemsforfree.com/yomkippurpoems.html) at www.poemsforfree.com/youar9.html |
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