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When I look at celestial images from Hubble and James Webb Telescopes, I am at awe.

It’s an exhibition of endless art, to remind us who the Master is.

God is certainly the master of master artists.

And there are many lessons for all of us.

Wow! I really felt my spirit move in for what is fir me two poems that could both stand in their own right! 

From this gorgeous immaculate prologue: 

Quantum particles or

these 

macro realms 

like scattered jewels—

each one a cluster

of worlds,

each one terrifying

in its splendor,

each one an epoch

or epochs—

it's all the same

through the eyes

of Spirit

Who showed us a

day in the 

life of forever, 

and what a gift 

to a teeming,

questioning planet

to rewind millennia

and peer into the

impossible:

Ravenous, mauling

void,

screaming white 

pinholes:

the abyss and paradise

trading places 

again and again,

here in a 

glassy freedom 

running rampant, 

going about its 

usual business 

quite nicely 

without us

in the 

slow-breathing 

star kingdoms and

pastures of 

silence. 

Imagine:

immaculate, immortal,

opulent . . .

Followed by this incredible soliloquy:

silence

where there 

should be legends

that make us weep,

grind us into dust,

crush our writhing

hearts in a vise . . .

Magnetic darkness 

like a wordless sage

too evolved for our 

prim and 

acceptable faith,

our shark-toothed love,

our trifling 

mortal stories, 

say something.

Tell us about the

rest of it.

Read from the Book

of Omnipotence 

here, at time's end

and time's beginning,

where new, polished 

thoughts are 

possible,

here, in the center

of raging emptiness

and raucous stillness

between galaxies. 

Galaxies! 

Is this God or another

exhibition at the 

palace? 

Whatever this is,

for a moment

we are perfectly

cleansed

and perfectly here 

and perfectly united

in wonder. 

Both take me to very well travelled and new places thoughts and dillemas. You have so beautifully penned these here. I hope you don't mind that I like them individually more than together, the perfection of the first has left an indelible impression on my thoughts. Best blessings Ss.

My first reading was to begin to appreciate the poem.  I say this in the way that Eliot meant it.  An anecdote about him says that when he was told, by an acquaintance, that she had just finished reading Dante's Divine Comedy, and that she had completed reading all three cantos although that was her first time.  He told her she had not completed it; she had only begun reading it.  This poem contains all the virtues of your entire collection; which, I have learned to understand, cannot be fully appreciated on a first reading (no matter how intense that reading may be.  To be fully appreciated, your Poetry must be read; then studied; then re-read after such study . . . and these are still only preliminary steps.  I think the fullest knowledge of your Poems will come to us in Heaven; another blessing to be anticipated.

I love to comment on a Patriciajj poem when it posts, because the posting and sharing of each of her poems is an event of importance and significance.  I think my previous comments have demonstrated my genuine admiration of this Poet and her tremendous cosmic vision; and while I am more grateful than words can express for being mentioned in the notes---quite an honor to be included---my motive for writing this comment is the same as it has been for all the other comments I have posted:  admiration for, and literary interest in, the Poet whom I believe embodies the very best aspects of postpoems as a website and a community of poets.

   Reading this poem tonight is a special treat, because tomorrow I must face a painful medical procedure.  I have had several of these same procedures before, but I can never get used to them; and the night before is almost always loaded down with fears, real and imagined.  But this poem will give me some relief from that.