My Soul Is Totally Ripped Up, Poem by Liza Sud
My Soul Is Totally Ripped Up,
My soul is totally ripped up,
My heart is broken.
But sewed by Saint John of Kronstadt,
By godly light is warmed and softened.
Snow covers asphalt quietly,
But no more I long for summer.
To relics of Saint John I come -
For the first time to greet and thank him.
would like to know who is this divine person, but the poem strongly holds your faith high.god bless you.
Borken heart in the name of love; but, life goes on! ! So, pick up the pieces and move on. Nice work.
A poem about Saint John of Kronstadt! One of the greatest saints of Russia.Beautiful!
what does sewed mean here? needle and thread? did you 'want' a comma after But? There MUST be more to this 'story'! at least help me with a Poet's Note! please. but i won't come back looking for it. are you as 'religious' as you seem? it's ok; i still like you. ;) bri :)
You are gifted to touch the heart of all, thanks for the wonderful poem
Really it's a lovely poem. I enjoyed this. Thank you so much.
this poem is actually a portrait not made by you but by the hill of passion, talent and maturity those are lying within you.........greatly enjoyed it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 3:13:45 AM # 1.0.0
Snow Covers asphalt quietly rearrange for the sake of grammar
changed! and added a picture of Saint John of kronstadt to the poem My soul is totally ripped up. thanks a lot for editing! ! !