This is another excellent: This is another excellent testimony yo the Faith; and I applaud your work in this series. Admittedly, I found the seventh line to be difficult; using the contraction "You'd" in order to achieve a rhyme compliance with the sixth line seems like a stumbling block. Other than that, this is a very excellent poem.
I really like the way in: I really like the way in which you apply the metaphor of flight to Poetry. This poem spoke to me in a way that only a very few do.
Thank you very much for: Thank you very much for understanding and empathizing, and not treating it as just some old man's ranting. This year, for some reason, I am starting to see patterns in my life as far back as kindergarten, patterns that were always there but I was not mature enough to notice. I remember a September afternoon during kindergarten (we only attended four hours in the morning and were home by about noon). I was sitting on my swingset, and the thought suddenly occured to me---and it was almost palpable---that the same sunlight that was shining on me in my parents' backyard was also shining on the chirch building (where our kindergarten met in the basement; the school district rented severa; basements from chuirches for the kindergarten classes, which were still a new development in our area). Then---and this thought almost overwhelmed me---I realized that if the sunlight could be in two places at once, it must always be shining on my grandparents' residences; and I begin imagining all the various "landmarks" that I loved there: the plank bridge over the creek's branchlet; the robin's egg blue corner of their cottages foundation slab that the grass never managed to cover; the pump box that delivered water; the lilac bush; and the rusted iron trellis that the spring vines loved to climb. On that September day, at the very beginning of my thirteen years of compulsory schooling, I was able to imagine---without being there---the sunlight glowing over my grandparents' residence. I should like to think this moment was another of the beginnings of my journey toward Poetry.
Please forgive me if this reply seems verbose.
Any day that marks a landmark: Any day that marks a landmark in your creative journey is a day worth celebrating. It was deeply moving and compelling to receive a window into the unfolding of your literary first love that began with a plastic model and grew into a collection of nearly 6,000 poems and decades of poetry appreciation.
No wonder Mary Shelley is still your girl!
It is heartbreaking that your poetic odyssey had to be torpedoed by infantile bullies and outrageous misconceptions, but you triumphed and even proved a few pompous academics to be fools (Shelley's popularity has endured and is stronger than ever while the scoffers are insignificant footnotes in your memory).
So as you approach another anniversary of the first glimmers of your destiny, know that your courage, along with the influence of your literary soulmate, conquered every obstacle thrown in your way. You won, and continue to win, with every unforgettable verse you write.
"If a man cheats because
he: "If a man cheats because
he was attracted to another,that's infidelity.
If a woman falls for a jerkbecause he whispered sweet nothings,than she's a fool." So true. Good writing and truthful.
This is an excellent: This is an excellent testimony poem, and presents a significant, but stilll-open, question. I think we stray from the narrow path because we are broken, flawed, and fallible; but the blessing of this is that we remain constantly aware of our need for a Savior, for Jesus. The Gospels show us he chose some, just like us, to be His Apostles and evangelists. Our problem, in Western Christianity, is that we have allowed poor and obscure theology, to focus on primarily on God's wrath rathern than His Love. The Eastern Church continues to emphasize His Love---they call Him, the Lover of Humankind. We, in the West, use John 3:16---overuse it, actually---as a text for evangelical effort, emphasizing far too much on the belief aspect that it mentions, and not on God's Love that it describes. As long as I believe in my Savior, in the Salvation He has made available, and in my own need for such Salvation, I have Salvation. It is those who have become smug in the Faith, or in their lack of Faith, who have, of their own choice, removed themselves from the haven and shelter of Salvation.
Thank you for writing this amazing poem. It will speak, and speak convincingly, to many souls.
I really, really like the: I really, really like the testimony that this poem presents. Its lines are energetic, and their brevity keeps the poem moving until it concludes. The fourteenth and seventeenth lines do not work, at least for me; as they seem to reduce God to a spy, which is a pejorative term: His knowledge of our lives is not obtained by "spying" upon them.
Other than that, I applaud the Faith that made this poem possible; and, coming ouf of the writer's block you mentioned, it is mighty impressive!!!