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A clever way to describe our: A clever way to describe our new normal. Hopefully we won't run out of lights. 

Your grandchildren will be: Your grandchildren will be proud, and I can imagine the stories they'll tell of the great barefoot poet who left such a beautiful, interesting and inspiring legacy. Always a pleasure to read your anecdotes, especially the ones that shocked a staid and bland Middle America. 

Me: I am.

Christmas Saturday has long: Christmas Saturday has long fascinated me:  1976,  1982, 1993, 1999, 2004, 2010, 2021, 2027.  There are gaps of six, five, and eleven years.  In the early centuries of the Orthodox Faith, Easter's position with respect to the lunar calendar than prevalent in Judea has much more attestation in the Gospels than Christmas.  So, while Easter is a moveable feast---and the Good Friday/Easter Sunday custom, that we are used to is heavily attested to in Apostle John's Gospel---Christmas is not as well documented (not even mentioned by Mark and John), and was therefore given a fixed date.    When my birthday falls on a Thursday, there will be in that year a Christmas Saturday.  Because 1976 was such a significant year for me, personally, the synchronization of its dates in other years became important to me.  What I found was that pattern I described above---gaps of five, six and eleven years.  May I ask in what source you found the seven year gap mentioned in the penultimate line of your poem?  I could not find such a gap:  am I barking up the wrong tree?  Lol, am I even in the right neighborhood?

We Write: We are writers who change worlds. ~A~ 

So true. Good to see past the: So true. Good to see past the manipulation. 

I can't tell you how much I: I can't tell you how much I enjoy your intricate interpretations of my work, and especially this one I gave as a gift to my best friend years ago. It means so much that you took the time to analyze it in such depth and appreciate it fully, because the friendship ended a few years back and left me feeling ambivalent about this poem.   After I saw a real Russian icon that was smuggled out of the Soviet Union at a time when Churches were being raided, I felt I had seen something truly holy; it was so beautiful, so enduring. I was offering my friend the highest praise in that line, so I'm thrilled that you recognized the significance of that word choice.   I'm always delighted when you pinpoint the stanzas that I wanted to function as a crescendo. My feelings (just a sense) dictates the position. I love it when the center turns out to actually be the center, and it happens to be a few words as one stanza, but it doesn't usually work out that way. I just go with what I "hear" in my head.    Thank you again for your deeply meaningful and amazing review. It makes all the difference.