In the beginning was the Word: In the beginning was the Word and in the middle are many, of which we are all welcome to partake, encouraged -even. But the ultimate end, the Omega is also the Word and all is well for us and our fumbling attempts at wordedness. It seems an apt set of circumstances.
There was such a crucifix: There was such a crucifix that called to me during preschool days, it was in the sanctuary that our convent school was attached to. For me it was the Person that it represented in One to one dialogue. Thanks for bringing back that memory through this valued poem.
Thank you so much for your: Thank you so much for your deeply moving, kind and stellar feedback. It was a thrill and a privilege to receive such encouragement from a true Poet. Peace and light.
With hypnotic energy, you: With hypnotic energy, you spun me into a fury of destruction and transformation. As the realm you breathed life into with dazzling imagery, crumbled in flame, you conjured a mysterious calm, the absence of life, except for the speaker “baptized in the ash”.
Such delightfully dark intrigue. Expecting a culmination of apocalyptic drama, you showed yourself to be a shrewd and exceptional poet with an abrupt psychological twist: a far more thoughtful, traumatic and identifiable response to tragedy.
Your last stanza hovered and stung like smoke over a lifeless world. The word "alone" still echoes.
A stunning achievement! Huge respect.
This is a very interesting: This is a very interesting perspective. I believe that man who now lives in the White House, and who had himself depicted as a Pope, has angered God; rather than just ICE.
This feeling is something old: This feeling is something old and sitting very still close to my heart. I keep rereading this to figure out what it is.
It's something about the last line that makes me think of childhood infatuation, watching someone you idolize in a moment of glory. This poem is really something special.