Let me say first that I: Let me say first that I disagree with your assertion in the final line, because someone rotten to the core could not produce the kind of poetry that you have. That said, I will say again how much I admire the way you deploy and control your metaphors.
I love the way you deploy: I love the way you deploy your metaphors. Your screen name is so very, very appropriate; and your verbal artistry is so very, very skillful.
I have fallen behind in: I have fallen behind in reading your wonderful poems as they appear, and I apologize for this unintentional neglect. This reminds me of a science fiction story, from the thirties, that I first read in December, 1977 (when I was going through a situation very similar to what your poem describes) about a person (whether human or not I was never sure when reading the story) who began to shrink so small that atoms seemed like galaxies, and so on and so on. This poem reminded me of that situation,
take a break from the media:
We all go into zombie mode from time to time. There’s a lot of darkness prowling the world nowadays. Sometimes we just need to withdraw for awhile, to find our way back, to rediscover our centre.
I applaud this poem. Back in: I applaud this poem. Back in July of 1974, on a Friday night (I was not, then, smart enough to make note of the date), I had a similar experience. I have never forgotten that event and what transpired after that.
With wit, sincere devotion: With wit, sincere devotion and graceful charm, you lifted my spirits with these inspiring words. Your kind wishes and the reminder that miracles still happen dispelled so many shadows and was the perfect gift ahead of Easter Sunday. Rejoicing in this radiant expression.