Posted in 2019

Murdered words ©️vcl

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