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Thank you for that comment,: Thank you for that comment, on a poem I posted several years ago.  I have not even looked at it, really, since I posted it.  I am always very appreciative of your visits and your comments.

Takes me backs of early: Takes me backs of early readings of Bible heroes and "villains" which bring nuances to the narrative and textual criticism. So glad to fall upon this as revelation could sprout afresh when a listening heart and mind opens to the person and ministry of the illuminating divine pneuma. Just thrilled for the journey this poem has brought me in the reading. Thanks for having shared.

I'm profoundly moved and: I'm profoundly moved and uplifted by your very kind expression. More than a few of my poems would never have seen the light of day without your encouragement. You're an inspiration. God bless. 

On the contrary, I should be: On the contrary, I should be thanking you, and I do, for your Poetry.  No comment on your Poems would exist without them, and the Poems are always the First cause and the Last word in their authority over the comments.  I am privileged to be able to watch your collection expand, poem by poem, as posted by a living Poet; whereas, during my undergrad years, I could only imagine what it must have been like for the dead Poets that I then admired.  I could only, then, imagine what that would have been like; now, four decades later, and a little more mature than I was, I am able to experience the live version.  And for that privilege, I am most humbly and heartily grateful to you.

You went above and beyond any: You went above and beyond any encouragement I could ever hope for. This elegant, symmetrical, perfect gift puts the most validating stamp of approval on my vision and my purpose in writing. How can I thank you? There are no words. 

As soon as I read this poem,: As soon as I read this poem, I began to wonder how to adequately summarize your poetic achievement, and how to set such a summary in verse.  Theology / Cosmology / Philosophy / and Astronomy / converge together when summoned by your Poetry. I will post this later to my own site as a poem, but I sincerely believe that it summarizes your great literary acomplishment here, and I also believe that this poem encapsulizes that accomplishment.  The range of your verse, across all your poems, is stated in this poem:  "terrifying galaxies live subatomic lives."  You also describe creation in terms that, I sincerely think, would be applauded by the Apostle Saint John (the Poet among the Twelve, to whose literary tradition you definitely belong):  ". . . imagined and / adored into existence by something capable / of ungraspable goodness." This poem is like a honeycomb, with four flavors of honey; or a tapestry, with threads of four colors:  theology, cosmology, astronomy and philosophy---and the profound skill of your Poetry gathers them together---distills, mixes and ballances them---and then bestows the finished artistry on your readers here at postpoems.   Our---that is, the United States'---two great outer space telescopes, the Hubble and the James Webb give us glimpses of deep space that we would never, without them, have acquired.  You do the same with your poems (and at no expense to NASA or the American taxpayers), but with one distinct difference.  The Hubble and Webb cannot explain the images they deliver.  But your Poems explain the meaning of what they describe.  I happen to believe that humanity is alone in the Universe---which, if true, is not cause for arrogance but for accepting and growing up and into an awesome responsibility:  to tell the Cosmos about itself, the way our own souls explain, or attempt to explain, our existences to ourselves.  Poets have the chiefest role, and the heaviest portion, of this responsibility.  Since the Alexandrian Poets, during the Ptolemaic dynasty in Egypt, first set forth the proposition that Poetry had more of a function than merely telling of the fall of Troy, or the voyage of the Argo:  it had a function of setting forth both spiritual and material truths.  You have not only inherited that mantle:  you also wear it as if it had been designed especially for you.  Each of your individual poems are fully functional units; yet, like instruments of an orchestra, or colors on a painter's palette, or chips in a computer, they are also part of a greater array that also has its own function.  And you demonstrate this self-evident truth each time you post one of your magnificent poems . . . like this one.