Thank you! Guess I never: Thank you! Guess I never really realized I mostly write in ballads. I find it best for me to express my feelings in quick subtle bursts.
Thank you for the comment. I: Thank you for the comment. I have certainly learned a lot about poetry from your poems during the last eighteen months or so. The sense of discovery that your poems brought back to me, when I first began to read them in 2020, was like a restoration of my early excitement about poetry decades ago. And that has yielded poems like this one, which not only came to me almost entirely intact but also carried its own dedication to you as part of the original delivery. I thank you for the way you bring blessings to postpoems, to the lives of its poets, and to my life.
The sky as a metaphor for: The sky as a metaphor for God's all-encompassing gaze and all-inclusive Love: How inspired! How drenched in instructive and soul-altering truth! How simple yet far, far reaching!
Some words can only be snatched from an ethereal realm when our hearts are open and the veil thins because God touched us and we touched God. Those words are sacred. This poem, hymn-like, glistens with such words.
Your allusion to Ephesians 2:10 was so Divine I could have bowed down in worship. Add yet another name to Christ's long list of holy names: Poet. Such beauty was born in that line!
As we move on the sky opens up and something truly miraculous happens: the sky becomes a symbol of Christ Himself, His universal Love and a gateway to all creation, including the unseen and the eternal. Breathtaking and transporting symbolism!
I'm privileged to have any sort of connection to this expansive meditation. Thank you for being open to cosmic truths and allowing yourself to be a vessel of Light. You make a difference.
Tasteless humor that says it: Tasteless humor that says it all about the meat industry. And they're still churning out idealized images of carnivorous lifestyles while animals are being tortured behind the scenes. If people could see the brutality that went into their steaks, perhaps dead animals wouldn't look so appetizing. Great commentary.
Sheer brilliance! You: Sheer brilliance! You summarized the experience (one I would like to have more often) with mystical precision and beauty. Perfection.
Thank you for the comment; Reworked it, it's a song now:: It took a bit of reworking, but I actually recorded it and performed it for a songwriting class final in college a year or two ago:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zdxhbbYwEY
I just feel like sometimes, you can find a kind of peace in looking into the eyes of the right person, and a comfort that even the coziest, warmest circumstances can't seem to afford otherwise.
I can't sing and play bass at the same time, so I had to record it as a backtrack and play it through the sound system while I sang.
Happy holidays!
I feel good if I can inspire: I feel good if I can inspire someone or comfort someone in distress. Hopefully, though, I will inspire others to think and form their own opinions and views.
That is rotten when they: That is rotten when they don't give you all the pieces or you lose a couple pieces. Then you have holes in the dogs face or holes in the flower arrangement. Of course that might inspire Picasso-esque visions so maybe there is a design.
I can't thank you enough for: I can't thank you enough for your very supportive and validating words. Coming from a skilled wordcrafter whose style I greatly admire, that means so much.
Reminds me of when the: Reminds me of when the Soviets, early in the space race, sent up a dog in a satellite, and then blew it up because they could not retrieve it.