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haha! To be fair, it could be: haha! To be fair, it could be a naked lady! (Though I don't know if that makes it any different, depends on perception, I imagine.) It depends whether I'm speaking in my own voice or channeling someone elses ; ) But I honestly didn't think of that possible reaction, at all. That's amazing feedback on top of the generous, kind remarks that came before it.    Hoping to see you around, soon. May all be really well with you, Stella. The watering hole is drier while you are away.

This jarring but brilliant: This jarring but brilliant work lingers in the heart and mind after the last unsparing line is read. Seething with reality in a way only great talent can convey, this portrait of the agony of mental illness is both awareness-raising and painful. But it's a pain we need if we are to evolve into a compassionate society.    Well done! 

And of course, yes, God shows: And of course, yes, God shows up. We are often 'forced' to recognise a 'god' whose raiment consists of religious trappings, codified regulations, congregational strictures, and doctrinal diatribes. But when He shows up, He asks of us, even requires of us: "will I find faith." Walking in faith is not easy and it is also lonely and personal even in the company of like minded and like hearted believers. Walking together in faith has its benefits and its purposes but for the soul that resides within us, this journey can and is sustained by all that is "enough to turn fists into open hands." That is when we truly are and when we truly receive and are fallen aware of who we are in the Master's heart. I love the pond image as an openness, skyward, in its vast, unfiltered receiving posture, and so take within myself that image as the chalice of the soul that is gold in His handiwork and polished each first light from the first instant of being formed in the secret place. Thanks for sharing and pardon the meditation prompted by your poetic words.

"the lakes locked in the: "the lakes locked in the ponds that look like puddles to the gods but are whole watery nations to their fish, diving beetles and frogs the creeks, streams, and rivers, as well the left overs to the oceans to hold"   The best environmental poems, in my opinion, show us, with gripping vibrancy, just what we lost, and you accomplished this with jolts of electrifying language that could pierce the heart of anyone who cares about our suffering planet.   This crucial elegy for the lifeblood of the Earth was so moving and masterfully spun, I wanted to cry, especially when I got to this part:   "we fail to see the child, in each rain drop that we left abandoned at some distant, overcrowded bus stop swallowed into the bustling noise where-in runaways drown into the background"   Bravo and Bravo!

Your review was not only a: Your review was not only a work of art but a source of incredible motivation and confirmation to me. It was an absolute delight to read your surprisingly accurate breakdown of my expression, as if you had co-written it and fully understood my goals.   I was particularly gratified by your poetic analogy of the miniature Bavarian village and your deep appreciation for my message as well as my processes. Your insight and unshakable support has made all the difference. Where would we be without your acknowledgments and creative energy?   God bless you, exceptional poet and valuable uplifter here in this corner of the web.  

Thank you so much, brilliant: Thank you so much, brilliant poet, for stopping by and leaving such uplifting footprints. It means so much.

I do not have sufficient: I do not have sufficient words to praise the beauty of this poem, and the brilliance of its presentation on the screen/page.  Wonderful!