My Soul Is Totally Ripped Up, Poem by Liza Sud

My Soul Is Totally Ripped Up,

Rating: 4.8


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.

My Soul Is Totally Ripped Up,
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: soul
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Miraj Raha 16 September 2015

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

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Liza Sudina 16 September 2015

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

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Stephani Kievaughan 19 September 2015

Snow Covers asphalt quietly rearrange for the sake of grammar

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Liza Sudina 19 September 2015

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

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Kumarmani Mahakul 21 September 2015

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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Kostas Lagos 19 August 2017

A poem about Saint John of Kronstadt! One of the greatest saints of Russia.Beautiful!

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Bri Edwards 12 June 2017

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 02 April 2016

You are gifted to touch the heart of all, thanks for the wonderful poem

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Shahin Latif 23 November 2015

Really it's a lovely poem. I enjoyed this. Thank you so much.

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Saheb Mohapatra 18 October 2015

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.

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