This magnificent sip of: This magnificent sip of empowerment is a gift to the spirit and a delight to mind. You deliver life-affirming knowledge that can break chains and open doors, but you bring it with such natural agility and spectacular wordplay that I can believe it while reveling in every line.
As a bonus, there are poems within the poem that could stand on their own and endlessly shine on pedestals:
" Blood, sweat, Tears and rain
Every fall a rise"
And:
"Your hands are never empty"
And my favorite:
"Oh what we see, be and do when nothing is impossible!"
A breath of sublime air.
A melodious reverie that: A melodious reverie that encompasses both the tender and harsh, the sweet and bitter, the mollifying and the terrifying. Like a love-hate relationship; perhaps we can learn a thing or two from the humble crocus. We have them in hanging pots on the balcony rails and they are leafy green in the freezing present waiting for the moment they burst forth even before winter is totally gone. Always something to look forward to. Thanks for sharing.
There's a stratosphere of: There's a stratosphere of beauty, intricacy and reflective self-awareness in this remarkable contemplation. The flawless rhythm mirrors the turbulent strife punctuated by hope with its ocean-like rocking and cleverly enjambed line breaks. Your strategy to use a lower case "i" was a brilliant metaphor in itself and spoke volumes about your inner quest for some meaning behind life's farcical drama. The voyage is articulated with a startling and sublime sense of discovery:
"and come to find reality
a stranger yet unknown
how long the race run
valiantly, toward the I of immortality
down dark, disrobed duality
whilst my soul is flayed to bone!"
You continue to express pummeling angst with such intensity and eloquence that I'm feeling every word:
"to think i was that fallacy
i told myself repeatedly
in lies i spoke defeating me
an i who never was…
here and there"
But this is not just an emotional outpouring; it's profound insight and deep questioning. A turning point. I was delighted when you uncovered an intellectual diamond when you hit upon fear's circular, insidious snare: "the fear of fear".
The treacherous path you described so well is very much like the one traveled by St. John of The Cross, and the payoff just as unimaginably glorious as you imply in the last two undaunted, radiant and victorious lines.
A stunner!
A refreshing and lilting: A refreshing and lilting download from the Divine. Thank you!
And thank you for making us all royalty with your priceless inspiration, tenacious faith and fine art. Here, your lyrical lifeline very appropriately celebrates the guidance you take to heart: to keep praying and not give up. (Yes, I took some liberties with the paraphrasing)
My deepest gratitude for your life-altering prayers, wisdom and encouragement.
A picture that can be taken: A picture that can be taken into all human interactions between siblings, friends, lovers, spouses, business partners etc. A blessing that goes a long long way. Therein lies the gem of the phrase, 'living by the Word.'
Spiritual aspiration, such a: Spiritual aspiration, such a beautiful concept, all the more as ruach (breath) is the Spirit that we breathe (aspire) the respiration of the spirit from the first breathe on a lump of clay.
Thank you very much. Far too: Thank you very much. Far too often, I find myself to be disturbed water, storm tossed water, and that's why I take great comfort in Christ's words in Apostle Mark's Gospel, "Peace, be still."
I had forgotten about Saul's: I had forgotten about Saul's stature, and I thank you for reminding me of that. And yes, he sent a militarily inexperienced adolescent to fight the battle, and I think Goliath and Saul were sharply surprised by the day's events. And you are right about the many Goliaths that surround us.