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No longer the brightest among: No longer the brightest among the bright   but still she speaks this just speaks volumes. A beautiful poem with lots of layers which I'm looking forward to delving in. Gabby 

welcome back:   Self-inflicted wounds are always the most painful, especially when we said or did wrong causing hurt that spoiled a close relationship. That kind of pain always compounds upon regret. And it’s a bitch of a pill to swallow, knowing that we did it to ourselves.   That said, welcome back.

Keep on keeping on:   That’s perfectly alright Starward. I know you’ve got a lot on your plate. And it’s easy to fall behind in doing anything, let alone reading – when there’s so much going on. That said, I hope everything is going well for you and that you’re feeling better. That’s the most important thing… for you to get well and get your full strength back. Life is never an easy road for most of us, myself included. And sometimes all we can do, is keep on keeping on, the very best we can. Whenever I find myself in that place, I often think of Kipling’s words in this verse…   If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

You captured the feeling of: You captured the feeling of rage with devastating precision. This poetic scream cuts deep and speaks with unabashed realism. Impressive work. 

Well, you've heard this: Well, you've heard this before and you will probably hear it again: this is my favorite of yours! My favorites list keeps growing.   So where do I begin?   The curtain opened to display, with mood-altering and spellbinding beauty, the setting of your gripping story. Then the old man was introduced with such a shrewd poetic sleight of hand that he was a part of the sumptuous peace and mystery that had already captivated me.   " . . . keeping the rhythm and time of an old man's breathing." Gorgeous.   That was dazzling enough, but then a crescendo of euphoria builds as it becomes apparent that these are the old man's final moments on Earth, that he has one foot in Heaven's Light.     You used imagery like a sage to capture the surreal transcendence, the all-consuming summit of joy, the unsurpassable release "just beyond those same/ stars that the lake's clarity reflects." Along with a sense of place, there's also an electrifying sense of the time when, in spite of ruthless persecution, Christianity was blossoming and beginning to ignite the world.   Without the bells and whistles of unnecessary drama or diction, you stayed true to the elegant message of hope, ending on a perspective that truly lifts our sights to place far above life's turmoil, and this is where the Light rains down from Heaven:   As he waits for the "call" (future tense) he is, in a mystical and undeniable sense, already Home as he has been since he was first "called" (past tense). With the Savior in his heart he was never alone. What an enthralling, exhilarating, stirring way to illuminate scripture!     I was transfixed. Bravo!

You sound like..: You sound like you need a break. Is there anyone out there who can give this woman a break? If the breaks you get need cleaning and/or tightening, I'd be happy to take care of that for you, but you'll have to stay in the garage overnite.