Fragile Poem by Chryssa Loulopoulou

Fragile

Rating: 5.0


Dear Lord, thank You for making me of clay, so I didn't have to go through horrible pain when I broke, the moment Fate smashed me. You see, sometimes weakness is an advantage
we should be grateful for.

Saturday, February 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer,weakness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Julia Luber 23 February 2019

Very succinct moving poem: elucidating Biblical material with modern consciousness.

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