Liza Sud


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.

Topic(s) of this poem: soul


Comments about My Soul Is Totally Ripped Up, by Liza Sud

  • Kostas Lagos (8/19/2017 7:29:00 AM)


    A poem about Saint John of Kronstadt! One of the greatest saints of Russia.Beautiful! (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (6/12/2017 9:40:00 PM)


    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 :)
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  • V.m.saraswathy Munuswamy (4/2/2016 3:52:00 AM)


    You are gifted to touch the heart of all, thanks for the wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • Paul Amrod (11/25/2015 2:10:00 PM)


    Hi Liza This gentle monk looks a hell of lot like Rasputan who supposedly protecting and loved Czarina Alexandria. I wrote once a piano preludee about this theme. The relics of Saint John of Patmos. Is this who you mean? Lovely poem, Paul (Report) Reply

  • Shahin Latif (11/23/2015 1:09:00 PM)


    Really it's a lovely poem. I enjoyed this. Thank you so much. (Report) Reply

  • Saheb Mohapatra (10/18/2015 8:49:00 PM)


    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. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick (10/1/2015 1:03:00 AM)


    You packed a lot of vivid imagery into just eight lines. The ripped up concrete (your soul) is off set by the threads
    (John of Kronstadt's intervention): snow covers asphalt just as the relics cover your pain. I looked up his name in a book in Russian icons thinking just maybe he might be referenced - no luck there. But I wonder if he was like the figure of Father Zosima in BROTHERS KARAMAZOV? When I read that novel at age 16 the world turned upside down for me. I had never been so moved in my life. So I have an inkling of your experience with the relics.
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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (9/22/2015 1:24:00 PM)


    A wonderful spiritual poem indeed. we need spirituality, faith, love, hope. you are penning all that in these small verses. thank you very much (Report) Reply

  • Melvina Germain (9/21/2015 7:27:00 PM)


    Standing tight with your faith, lovely and great picture of Saint John..... (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/21/2015 3:46:00 PM)


    My soul is totally ripped up,
    My heart is broken.
    But sewed by Saint John of Kronstadt,
    By godly light is warmed and softened..........so nicely envisioned.Your believe on Saint John of Kronstadt is so high. Faith is great. A beautiful spiritual poem I like most. Thanks for sharing......10
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  • Stephani Kievaughan (9/19/2015 9:52:00 AM)


    Snow Covers asphalt quietly rearrange for the sake of grammar (Report) Reply

    Liza Sudina (9/19/2015 9:59:00 AM)

    changed! and added a picture of Saint John of kronstadt to the poem My soul is totally ripped up.
    thanks a lot for editing! ! !

  • Miraj Raha (9/16/2015 10:46:00 AM)


    would like to know who is this divine person, but the poem strongly holds your faith high.god bless you. (Report) Reply

    Liza Sudina (9/16/2015 10:54:00 AM)

    Saint John of Kronstadt - you may find his Photo in Internet.

  • Edward Kofi Louis (9/15/2015 3:15:00 AM)


    Borken heart in the name of love; but, life goes on! ! So, pick up the pieces and move on. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (9/14/2015 11:20:00 AM)


    My soul is totally ripped up,
    My heart is broken. but it is rewoven by Saints. you are a great believer. i like such people. it is true faith helps us to solve the problems of life and to stand erect when we are depressed. Let your soul be revived. that is my prayer for you. tony
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 22, 2015


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