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I hope and pray that you have: I hope and pray that you have found some relief from your physical anguish. My prayers go out to you in abundance and often. But in spite of your discomfort, you managed to be the cavalry over the hill by sharing your truly remarkable experience. It was a blessing on three levels:   First, there's no problem too large or too small that the One Who Watches Sparrows won't help us with because we are loved unconditionally and immeasurably.   Second, this seems like Matthew's way of saying: "I appreciate the remembrance, but hey, no need for sorrow. I'm doing great!" There are plenty of NDEs that prove that God is absolute, inexpressable love, and this extends to those who many religious people, in their ignorance, condemn because of their sexual orientation. In The Light, there's only one burning question: how much did we love?   Third, it's a miracle! We can all use a miracle in our life now and then, but the timing of your own personal sign and wonder was particularly intriguing.   I was lifted to a much higher place today by your thrilling testimony. Much needed refreshment! Thank you!  

Thank you for your comment,: Thank you for your comment, and yes you are absolutely right about the "standards."  As for the painting, I know nothing about art, but i know I was mighty impressed by it.

I don't know very much: But if your friend is anything like the "friends" I know who are similar, I doubt he holds himself up to these ridiculous "standards" he was trying to impose on you.  Now I'm off to see a search engine about a painting...

When I went to school, in the: When I went to school, in the days of the dinosaurs, we called it "junior high."  But, by whatever name, you have described it very well.  This poem revived some memories for me.

Writing and posting this poem: Writing and posting this poem surely requires an honesty and strength of character and soul that few of us can actually achieve.  I applaud your accomplishment---not only verbally, but in the candor of your words.  You are---truly---one of PostPoems' finest.

Oh, most certainly.  The poem: Oh, most certainly.  The poem exists because of your kindness; and the title is now correct because of what you pointed out.  I am very grateful to you.

Gout is no friend of mine! I: Gout is no friend of mine! I remember being my Grandfather's page, as a gout sufferer he would lean on me much like the Earl of Dorincourt did lean on the shoulders of Cedric Errol (Little Lord Fauntleroy). Or so I imagined. My dad had it too and at a younger age as well. So my battle with this foe appears to have been preset before me.