Inside Me All Is Trembling Like A Tree Poem by Liza Sud
Inside Me All Is Trembling Like A Tree
Inside me all is trembling like a tree
of happiness that Laitman comes to Peter!
For the first time I'll the one like me!
Who saw Light, speaks Light, is uniting people!
I'll see the one, who opened me the way!
Who told me to see aim in every minute!
Cause even if your soul goes astray -
then God will prescribe a sweet pill to heal it.
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Внутри все, словно дерево, дрожит
от радости, что Лайтман едет в Питер!
Как я, друзьям о Свете говорит,
Он видел Свет, пришел объединить их!
Того увижу, кто открыл мне путь!
Чтобы видеть цель на каждую минуту!
И если что-то душу исказит -
То Бог пропишет сладкую пилюлю.
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8/29/2026 12:44:43 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I like your central metaphor of comparing self to a tree: A tree indeed trembles in a wind but that's also its strength: by bending in a wind, the tree avoids being broken and its roots protected under ground continue to nourish the tree. Strength hiding in apparent weakness. And you express spiritual in the closing section in which the soul astray is actually recued by God. I'm reminded of a new book by our present Pope Francis, a truly saintly man before God and his fellow humans: GOD'S NAME IS MERCY