The Fig Tree Will Bear Fruit
by Sofia Kioroglou
Going around in circles
My compass is broken
Disoriented, I search for the Light
My egocentrism, a crippling neurosis
Cut off from the Life
My visceral putrefaction
A vicious cycle of sinuous entanglement
Of subjective schemas and delusions
Like the tax collectors and the prostitutes
I beseech you not to dash me to pieces like pottery
My repentance, a humble acceptance of Your Glory
In shemayim, the sinners can enter through Your sons atoning death.
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