Without Him
Nov 9, 2022
When I was three, I drowned.
Almost.
Looking up from the depths, I saw
His hands.
They pulled me up and
I breathed easy —
Once again.
Always His hands.
Always easier breathing
With Him.
Of late, I am often
Short of breath.
When I was three, I drowned.
Almost.
Looking up from the depths, I saw
His hands.
They pulled me up and
I breathed easy —
Once again.
Always His hands.
Always easier breathing
With Him.
Of late, I am often
Short of breath.
My musical voyage took me from Yiddish radio child star to operatic soprano. Get my newsletter here: bernice-zuckerberg-gordon.ck.page/7b24f4c32d