My Soul To Purify, Poem by Liza Sud

O.K. Liza, this is my take on this emotionally honest rendition of feelings from which you want to flee. Envy, oppression, lies and frenetic activities which you see everywhere you look and you are even drawn along by this frantic pace. It gets to be too much, when all you want is a peaceful contentment with what you are, can be or aspire to; which is a life of serene contemplation of existence without the need for a constant striving. All this which you feel forced to be part of makes you angry, not like the real Self you know, so you believe you need to go to church more often but Sometimes the door to it for me was closed. is a way of saying that when you have gone to church, you failed to find the solace or peace and tranquility such a visit might have promised. I get a feeling that in writing this poem, in which you seem to blame yourself for how you feel, you have finally reached for the only place one can find solace; inward. (This is where I believe God resides.) If only you could purify your soul, you would become comfortable in your own skin even in a chaotic world. You would have your own bubble of tranquility in which to exist as you view the world through indifferent but curious eyes. It's as if you blame yourself for feeling as you do and feel that if you change, in the eyes of God, you will then receive all that you ask of in life. Not so much, I think; just peace and tranquility enough to be able to think. I think this poem is a plea to be able to change, to adjust to the conditions you face right now. Liza, your Soul is already well on its way to purity itself just by the act of putting your feelings in words. This is the gift God has given to those of us who write poetry!

Liza, this poem you wrote got to me where I live. In the world we live in today, anyone who thinks must feel angry. This is why you understood my poem A Song Of The Unbowed. I want to give a lengthy review of this and others of your poetry but I am so tired..... One who writes like you do does not lack purity of soul, Liza. I will be here tomorrow to revisit this and others of your poems. Thanks for your comment.