My Soul Is Totally Ripped Up, - Poem by Liza Sud
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.
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