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Love does not play by other people's rules: Sometimes, not even your own. A creation that takes on a life of it's own, once we give it the spirit of life. In essence, it is like a child, in that even when gone astray, an open heart will always care. I think, these sentiments, as best I can express them right now, you portray both without restraint and with poetic beauty. You do not betray, for a moment, the pureness of love despite devastated commitment.   Wishing you all the best.

This may be an awkward: This may be an awkward comment, but I am going to try to express what I think is the high significance of this poem.  During my senior year, History majors was required to take a class on the Philosophy of History.  There, we did not study some particular historical sequence:  rather, we studied the ways historical theories were presented, and the perspectives from which historians viewed their chosen eras and events.  One's senior thesis was written under the auspices of this class; and one did not graduate without the successful completion of the senior thesis.      I said all that to say this:  This poem is one of the finest theoretical summaries of the historical process that I have ever encountered.  It is not only among the very finest that I have read, I also believe it deserves to be taught.  They tell me that when the great poet, Wallace Stevens (himself a lawyer) was mentoring a certain young man through law school, he would tell him, in regard to the various courses required, that each course had a particular supreme point to present, and that by finding and studying that point, he (the student) would be able to organize his reading, his papers, and his examination answers around it.  And this poem presents a point that is not only appropriate, profoundly appropriate, for a senior class on Philosophy of History, it is also a reading method that a freshman History major would find useful and practical when approaching the subject as a new major.      And, finally, I will say that, although I wish I could have read this poem (I dare not say, I wish I could have actually been smart enough to think the way this poem directs) during my collegiate days, I am glad I have lived long enough to be able to read it now (although my visit is a little behind schedule due to my circumstances).  You should be very, very, very proud of this poem; it is one of the centerpieces of your entire collection on this site; and it is further proof of what I most sincerely believe, that you are one of the Pillars of the PostPoems community.

Thank you.  The insights: Thank you.  The insights contained in your comments never fail to have a double effect:  they always amaze me, and they always instruct me.  

Not at all, I was just: Not at all, I was just excusing my poor writing lol 

But Psalm 127:2 reminds us: But Psalm 127:2 reminds us that He gives His Beloved sleep.

And so much truer when the: And so much truer when the significant other other comes to the knowing that not only what they want but also what they need! A true pleasure to read and absorb.

My nan was a stickler for the: My nan was a stickler for the outward observations of faith. As an elementary schooler I tried to circumvent going to church one week by having only with me my swimming trunks and she towed me to church in that with a nice shirt and flipflops. The 'calling' part would 'spontaneously' arrive in the succeeding years.