Thank you! The realization: Thank you! The realization that God will use me and my work however He sees fit has been a wonderful comfort to me lately. I will never get to see the fullness of His purpose, but He is faithful to not waste a single moment of our lives when we are submitted to his will.
Im about to comment... but: Im about to comment... but first I will read the lustrous thoughts in blue so see what else I can find in this glorious poem with so much infused. I am struck for the right words and I dont have enough time but I will come back here and place what is mine
The gratefulness of being able to read such deeply rich and indelible works by your remarkable hand so graciously led by your head, heart and mind
I lived through a similar: I lived through a similar time of terror in 1978 and again in 1981-83. The first was just a brief dress rehearsal for the second, and I still have nightmares about them both.
Even a cup of joe becomes a: Even a cup of joe becomes a superlative showpiece through your cunning imagination, and the theme, of course, has widespread relatability. I'm certainly good for nothing until I've been fueled with "Caffeinenated compliexities". And the title! High-grade wit. You're one of a kind.
A beat I can march: A beat I can march to.
Really feeling this rapid-fire, gut-punching protest song that I can get caught up in because the same thoughts have thundered through my mind. It's cathartic to read or hear words that echo your worldview, your frustrations, and do it with savvy, edgy, resolute, unflinching force. Thank you for rising above the tempest with solidarity and some hope for true freedom. Peace and Light.
Some killer metaphors charge: Some killer metaphors charge this emotional storm with mesmerizing beauty and impact. A worthy submission! So good to read you again.
This is a most splendid (and: This is a most splendid (and again I say, A MOST SPLENDID) testimony, and I am so very grateful to you for sharing it me, and with the PostPoems community. Reading it was more than just an act of the mind (as Wallace Stevens might say): it was, also, an act of the soul!