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This is a beautiful poem,: This is a beautiful poem, like all of your poems.  You have been so long absent from here, but I hate to think of your poems as just so many items in the archive.  When I first came to postpoems, I admired your poems very much, and that has not changed.

I simply had the image of two: I simply had the image of two people shouting at each other and the words that started each sentence would fall on the floor. 'Cock-up' came from reading Beavis

nice of you to stop by SS,: nice of you to stop by SS, hopefully more and more people will open their eyes, and come to the realization things have to change before we no longer have the opportunity to change, or we'll all settle in our own dust. Thanks Smoothie, always a pleasure. 

Observatory: by golly, girl, you sure do cover a lot of ground with that little mind of yours in such brief space.

Thank you for that very: Thank you for that very complimentary comment.  Knowing my verbosity, perhaps you will pardon me for sharing an anecdote about this poem, an incident that took place shortly after I posted it. During my high school and college years, I often experienced test anxiety, and it continued to aggravate me long after I left those academic institutions.  I have often believed that death is the final test given in the school of life, and while I am not afraid (in the theological sense) of my death (thanks to my Faith), I have often been afraid of how I will face those last moments---being what I am, an inevitable screw-up.   After I posted the poem, that "still small voice" that has been so quick and kind to guide me at important junctures, the voice I heard as far back as July, 1974, that Friday night when I left my bed, after being asleep, to step outside and look at the stars . . . that voice said to me that the last two lines of the poem are to remind me of all the times Jesus said, in the Gospels, "Do not be afraid," and that I should cling to that aspect of the Scriptures in the final, waning moment.  

Thank you very much for: Thank you very much for visiting and reading the poem, and for the kind and thoughtful words, and the compliment.  I have been fervently, even at times fanatically, interested in early Christian history since I was twelve years old (over five decades ago).  That interest even affected my choice of my major at college.  I find think the Galilean churches were, and are, a perfect example for all Christian Faith:  inclusive of all who want to be included (tax collectors, prostitutes, former lepers, even Romans no longer part of the colonial administration), fiercely loyal to the fellowship, and not given to the stifling structures of institutionalization (which always seems to be a temptation to human beings).  Plus, their distance---both geographically and spiritually---from the "official" religion, and their disregard of its extreme demands:  all of this, I think, indicates why Jesus ministered to those people, at that time in History, and chose his Apostles and Evangelists from among them.  They were called, by the rabbis and pharisees, am ha'aretz---or "people of the land"; the pharisees also called them "the people who eat with unwashed hands."  One religious authority at that time even suggested that the am ha-aretz had no souls.  And these were the very people of whom Jesus assembled His Church.  They are my spiritual ancestors, and as I draw nearer to my own time to depart this world, I want to know more about them, as I fully expect to meet them as soon as I get there.