Jolanta Gradowicz


I don’t dare to think of tomorrow
When I observe the first stars at twilight,
And in the morning I really don’t know
What the bright day will bring to me tonight.

Every my hour and every minute
I am waiting with humility,
Being immersed in thought like a hermit,
For my Lord, I must be all set and ready…

He can come and ask me at every time
About the simplest issues ever,
Then I’ll have the chance of a lifetime
To let my soul follow my Saviour…

Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 10, 2006
Poem Edited: Saturday, February 24, 2007

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  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (6/16/2006 5:47:00 AM)

    Evn to a non-believer, a well-written and unusual piece.

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