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And thus the soul reason for: And thus the soul reason for resurrection... tragedy but the hope is implied. Very clever! 

Thank you very much for that: Thank you very much for that wonderfully spiritual comment.

Thank you Starward : Thank you Starward 

I am so very sorry for having: I am so very sorry for having failed to reply to this in a timely way.  Please forgive me.  I find that more and more, as this medical condition continues to afflict me, that I am the more careless about keeping up.  This is not in any intentional.   The compliment you have given me in this comment is very encouraging at this difficult time.  But, I gladly admit, I can only write such a comment when inspired to an exponential level by your Poetry.  I fully expect some of my interpretations of your work to be overturned by future readers and scholars; but being able to make those interpretations early, as the work is assembling itself before my eyes, is a privilege.  I can only liken it to those astronomers who are watching such amazing things, unseen before, coming into view through the Webb Telescope:  their conclusion may also be overturned by future scientists, but those astronomers who saw the first transmissions from the Webb have had an experience that cannot be exactly repeated.  When your work is complete, it wil be a magnificent edifice (if I may borrow one of Pop Stevens' metaphors); but, when it is complete, the assembling of it will never be seen again.  That's the part I am glad to watch now:  to see this great star of many facets emerging into the sky over PostPoems.

My Spaniel's name is Harvey,: My Spaniel's name is Harvey, he was a Golden Cocker Spaniel,  he was my Soul dog I've had dogs all my life but never had the deep empathy I shared with him. He made the world better, and helped me see and connect with nature, the poems just flowed from my pen like never before. I lost him 6 years ago and it still hurts as much. For about 4 years I couldn't write anything other than my feelings of loss. I've written poems since I was 11 so not to have the desire to write was very strange. I asked Harvey to help me write again and he has. I know he is still here, so are my cats that I lost a few years ago. Time flows back and forth and sometimes it briefly connects us once again. 

What a joy to relish and bask: What a joy to relish and bask in to have someone and/or be someone's home. And the vow, the pact, the covenant between the two is so uplifting, so encouraging. Safe in each other's hold!