poetry: Stumbling

by Tzvi Fievel

Stumbling, every day in my heart;
partaking, of the hope in the air.
Reckoning, the dark with the light;
finding, the strength within to care.

Trembling, with expectation;
yearning, for the sake of Heaven.
Pleading, to find direction;
Forsaking, yesterday’s leaven.

Looking out for tomorrow’s promise;
while still floundering, indecisively.
Wavering between two poles;
trying to keep the truth in sight.

The journey will be worthwile,
beyond all life’s expectations.
Like finally arriving in style,
at a great wedding banquet.

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