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No crowds, just a handful of: No crowds, just a handful of people waiting patiently to meet him for their own reasons. Yes,I will cherish it for the rest of my life, can't explain it, don't understand it, it is and always has been Don. George Harrison, yes, Alice Cooper, very yes, David Essex even more yes. But Don..way beyond, a different realm entirely. Maybe we were together in another life, who knows.

Is this like the glass half: Is this like the glass half empty or half full?  The poem seems to imply a philosophical aspect in the bitten sandwich; and then, very coyly, leaves the philosophical aspect to be sought out by the reader without giving clues.  Reminds me of some of Wallace Stevens' best work.

If I may, I will reply to the: If I may, I will reply to the final statement of your comment first.  The Charleston style of worship had a vertical emphasis---toward God, not toward the assembled worshippers, or toward people to be evangelized.  The Charleston style of worship is very much like the Psalms:  in which we, reading them, are focused much more on God than on the writer (be that David, or Asaph, or Moses, or Solomon).  Yes, there are some personal remarks in the Psalms, but they are a minority compared to the majority of statements about, and praise to, God.  The Shady Creek style reminds me of the last verse of Judges 21:  ". . . every man did that which was right in his own eyes."  Charleston is a verticalized worship; Shady Creek is a horizontalized testimony.  And the great pitfall in the Creek is the tendency to begin with "Look what God has done for me," and end up emphasizing "me" instead of God.  In the past, I have sat through endless, frothmouthed testimonies which put far more of an emphasis on the person testifying than on what he or she was testifying about.  I do not care to hear an account (as I did in December 1977, the first time I saw the Shady Creek style) of how God helped a janitor find the right tool to repair a pipe attached to a furnace.  But I would be glad---and it would be a privilege, in fact---to hear the praise of God as the creator of the cosmos and, as the Eastern Church often says, the Lover of humanity.      If I read your comment correctly (and I gladly admit my tendency to misinterpret) you tried to put that preacher's signature phrase into a very positive light.  While I appreciate your kindness in doing so, a kindness which reflects so very well upon you, it is not---at least in what I experienced as an actual hearer of his shoutings---as accurate as I would wish it to be.  When that particular preacher launched his favorite catch phrase, it always preceded some proclamation about himself---what he did for God, what he said for God, what he accomplished for that little man Jay-zus.  I had not come to the worship service to hear that man's biography, or the events on his calender the previous week, or how he fixed the furnace with the tool to which God led him.  I came to praise and worship the God revealed to us in the Psalms, and in the Gospels and the other books of the New Testament.  I would much rather hear the Apostle Saint John's testimony, in his Gospel, to his experience in the company of Jesus, than to hear how that little man Jayzus told a clodhopper what wrench to use to turn a pipe.    But I do not write this out of bitterness or out of any kind of motive to dispute what you have said.  I am emerging from a dark night of the soul, which began for me in 2012 and led to many bad choices, as well as nearly three years of relentless pain while a Foley Catheter (which is now gone) had been inserted into me.  I am very grateful for the time I have left, and that I have been brought, as the Scriptures promise, out of that dark, starless night, and into the sunshine and starshine of what Sam Jaffe's character, in the fi;m Ben Hur, called, "a returning Faith."

You're welcome. But I guess: You're welcome. But I guess the relative location of the adored muse to you came right on through : )

You're welcome.: Well worth the time to read and take it in.

"You carry my dreams with: "You carry my dreams with your eyes" brings me images of a boat, sail fully opened and leaning gently into the coming evening upon a calm ocean. : ) Immediately following with "my heart on the palm of your hand" only aids that feeling of a peaceful voyage into hopes. Within this beautiful rhapsody, that is my very favorite part.

I believe I have yet to: I believe I have yet to encounter this (though perhaps I have merely forgotten about such an experience over time), but certainly can imagine it happening. Especially in these times, where-in portraying a voice that might be deemed unworthy to speak, so as to be poetic and present a perception, might create responses that don't get it.