The Lost Little Sister by Max Kirk

POEMS of Max Carl Kirk The Lost Little Sister

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What Is Yours To Give? A Word To My Heart Back In Singapore

A Poem In Dialogue With Achot Ktana - being a piyut by R. Avraham Hazan Girundi

Featured Poems God Suffered To Make

Sfarad 13th Century

Judgment For The Holocaust Links and Notes My Jerusalem Poems

The Little Sister sent her prayer

My Poetic Commentaries on Selected Psalms

The Arranger responded to her praises

Notes From Prison Ode To The Superintendent of Scales

God, please! Heal please, her mortal illness!

On That Day Shavuot Banquet

May this year and its troubles soon be over

Strings of The Moon The Flashing Rainbow Star The Lost Little Sister The Meditation of Angels

With pleasant melodious words

There Comes A Chariot

You called her to follow You

The Seven Healing Trees

in a song descending down spiral steps

The World At The Edge of Time

She was drawn by Your handsomeness

Turbulent Rivers of Joy

The Temple They Saw The Voices Sitemap

down to the place where You were concealed Open now the eyes and see strangers consuming her estate May this year and its troubles soon be over

When Your flock became rebellious mountain lions scattered them You poured out Your pain in front of them speaking about their evil inclination You readied Your right hand to break in upon them and harvest them and to leave nothing behind not one of her sucklings May this year and its troubles soon be over

It is the time of raising up the humiliated one unto the place of the head of the kingdoms because into the pit of exile and alienation her soul was poured and there was moulded She was an olive grove that the storm left bare Her heart was like waste, like refuge Places of abject poverty were her tabernacles May this year and its troubles soon be over

She goes up out of death Your daughter is being raised from the pit From the prison house she will go up and she will break free A wonder of wonders it will be when you escape as a mighty one! She attains her simplicity and becomes a bride a dear bride and daughter-in-law May this year and its troubles soon be over

A cup of chastisement will fortify the nations every drop of it The goodness of it will cure and satisfy them The spoil of all their profits shall go to one man They tore and ravaged her heart Yet she never wavered from her lowly posture because of remorse for her calves May this year and its troubles soon be over

The Sabbath trimmings greatly increase her desire to be intimate and close with her dear one that he should escort her home From her heart comes only anguish Her soul has left her and searches about She is craving for her love the loved one of her betrothal May this year and its troubles soon be over

Be calm and rest comfortably You are finally at home She was for so long abandoned lost in the pain of desire for her dear one Now she will bloom and flourish as the eternal rose She was not yet developed when she was bereaved May this year and its troubles soon be over

Her strength has come with her maturation She has overcome the demonic kingdom Through her Rock testing her she triumphed He is keeping His covenanted promise to you to raise you up to the Land of Love Go unto Zion and say Build up the way! Raise high her freeway! This is the commencement of the year of blessing!