I, newly born,
In the temple stand,
And feel Thy warm touch
On my head.
Forgive me my depression,
My despair,
My heavy heart,
My anguish, my fear.
Help me to cover Thy paths,
Those roads help me to cover.
Help me as Thou have helped
A fasting and tired rover.
Show mercy, heal my crushed hopes,
The despair coming down in vengeance.
Send me the heavenly messengers,
Send me Thy heavenly angels.
I, newly born,
In the temple stand,
And feel Thy warm touch
On my head.
A wonderful, beautiful poem, Tsira. I love the refrain 'I, newly born, in the temple stand, and feel thy warm touch on my head.' Definately a...10... in my book. Thank you Richard
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I would like to translate this poem
That's a heavenly write for sure...glad to be in your page again :)