Wow! I have to go and read: Wow! I have to go and read starwards poem! This is just magnificent and empathy and respect pours from this work. So powerfully descriptive as only you could lace together with such sensitivity and verracious verbage
And that last stanza -
"and, knowing that Love
stitches galaxy to galaxy,
and everything,
together,
remember who they are."
Just glorious!
Its pretty gruesome what the: Its pretty gruesome what the sacrifice was to save humanity beyond the 3rd dimension, but oh how generous! It's breathtakingly incredible to think about!
Great write! i was twisted up by the irony and caught in a mirror wall reflecting endless possibilities.
Thank you. That is: Thank you. That is an AWESOME testimony, and I am taking comfort from it in my own difficulties, even as I write these words. This poem, and your comments upon it, are going to be of great help, going forward, to readers who come upon them, as I have been helped this very day.
And so it is my friend if I: And so it is my friend if I didn't have Yeshua Christ and God to deliver me, and trust me this was a complete blessing and deliverance during uncertain times, it happened at work and I only lost 1/4% of my income, I needed a break. Every time something big happens I get time to step back and breathe and learn something will be okay without me and others not. Its the balance between the two that we need to find. I was fearless in my conviction and God delivered me from an evil I was not willing to partake in it broke my heart to watch and then I didn't have to watch it any more, when 8 returned it had ended and I am building my strength to endure and sometimes functionality everyday. Thank you for you lovely comments friend. Happy lent, Best blessings to you and so it is.
That you can raise such a: That you can raise such a towering poem over the flat fault line of the pain you suffer is testimony both to the power of Poetry, in general, and your own power as a Poet, specifically, to remind us that pain will never have the last word. This is one of the delusions that the "prince of the powers of the air" likes to send among us; but it is not the final word or the final condition.
Thanks my precious and: Thanks my precious and talented Patriciajj
I am struggling to find beauty or tragedy because every last thing is interrupted by pain. Back at work part time can be exhausting after this kind if injury. I really look forward to your take on my stuff. I am never disappointed by your response or your amazing work. You are unique and can resonate on somany levels. Bless you hugss always ss
What seemed to be cruel: What seemed to be cruel "sabotage", you turned into gold:
"Frayed nerves screeching and screaming
Begging for the holy oil
the balm of relief
The anointing of peace"
You proved that great art doesn't have to be all fluff and sunshine, and that "beauty and hope" can emerge from the most tumultuous inner wrestling and outer challenges. In the last lines you land on your feet with eloquent determination and clever phrases spun into victory.
A striking showcase for your talent and resolve.
It works for me. The: It works for me. The substance shined through your slight, confident alteration in structure, and I saw only brilliance. The word "throttles" is a powerhouse that really makes this. You never fail to impress me.
This compact wonder is like a: This compact wonder is like a painting. I'm visualizing a cinematic juxtaposition of a gathering storm at great heights and parched earth at plunging depths as both contrast and a glorious collision, and there are undercurrents of profound meaning as in visual art. Awesome!
Okay, let me just say how: Okay, let me just say how much I love your writing and devour it up as if it were drugs the big brain got its own game, newsflash!