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+ 27.225 MHz: Epigram On Feet Toward Clay, Soul Toward Christ
You fashioned my flesh from exploded stars' dust;
and placed within it a vivifying soul---
that I might experience your Love and mercy, and trust
in them, not by fraction but by the whole.
Starward
From star stuff to a voice of
From star stuff to a voice of profound splendor: In this mind-stretching, light-drenched introspection, you do what is impossible for most writers and that is to capture our place in the infinite scheme of things.
This magnificent song of praise takes a huge leap into the mystery of our very existence—a jump far too difficult for philosophers, let alone poets, so I was stunned by the third line, only to be blown away by the fourth.
We will remember you.
Wow, I am just
Wow, I am just speechless---even flabbergasted---in the presence of such an excellent comment. My "thank you" seems like a handful of gravel thrown toward the vast mountain range of your comment, so that my effort to thank you is not nearly sufficient. Not nearly.
Starward
In all sincerity, it was a
In all sincerity, it was a joy to analyze and comment on this achievement. The pleasure is mine. Take care.