Sometimes, when death stares us directly in the face, our inner truth comes out. This was the case for King Hezekiah, on what he thought was his deathbed in Jerusalem. That was the case for Fyodor Dostoevsky, standing in front of a firing squad in St. Petersburg on the 22nd of December, 1849.
This came fro\m a beautiful place in you, Amichai The Dostoyevsky poem, its fittingness, brought me to a deep reflection on my life and living, This is impassioned commentary. Thank you.
This came fro\m a beautiful place in you, Amichai The Dostoyevsky poem, its fittingness, brought me to a deep reflection on my life and living, This is impassioned commentary. Thank you.
Power of prayer! great post!