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amother
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 Wed, Jan 01 2025, 10:01 pm
I stand before
The flaring yellow flames
As they burn so hot, so bright
On this last night
And rise up
To the heavens.
I think about heat
And burning
And flames.
I think about
This morning
And later, this evening
About the white hot
Pain
Torment
Agony
That blazed through my heart
All consuming
How I raged
How I stormed to silence the arsonist
Though I know, he'll never
Stop playing with fire.
I think about
Sublimation
Holy flames
And pain
And heat
And suffering, which is temporary
And triumph, which is eternal.
Holy flames of suffering
Burn away
My rough edges
Al kiddush Hashem
It won't hurt
At least, not forever.
Who says there are no more korbanos
Hashem
Help me bring mine.
https://secretlifeofima.wordpr.....poem/
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amother
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Wed, Jan 01 2025, 11:19 pm
Beautiful!!
you have rare talent!!
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