Sometimes I cry
deep down
terrified
the rain of tears
fail to hide
lost dreams
murdered
with words unsaid
I hit the wall
for the fight for holiness
is real
deep, down, dead
my heart reels
I wait for the blessing
He knows my shame
and rains down
grace instead.
Art (Parshat Naso) Yolanda Raanan The Priestly Blessing
A Wife, Mother, Grandmother with tons of experience in the arena called *Life* I love information, and endeavor to utilize it as practically as possible. I have worked as a Healthcare coordinator, HR Manager for over 26 yrs, and still employed (19 +years) as a Property Manager of a large complex (I joke that I’m the mayor of a small city). I have raised 4 children, one of whom (a daughter) ❤️has recently completed suicide,which has changed my life forever. I have 8 lovely grandchildren. I love to write poetry and short stories, cook, explore religious experiences and be in charge of stuff :)
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This is so beautiful. I love reading your poetry. You really have such a gift.
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