It does resolve. By small: It does resolve. By small steps or large, it does resolve. The worst year of my life was 1981: I had earned, the year before, a useless college degree; my parents would not help me with further tuition; my first job, recruited out of college, ended in failure as soon as it began; my then fiancee dumped me; and I came back to my parents home, tail between legs, to be taken in like a charity case (and they reminded me of this constantly). I found a job in early 1982, and though it started rough, by early 1983, things began to turn my way. One normally does not think of how fast the earth turns, or swings around the sun; or that the sun is swinging around the edge of the galaxy---three circular motions that, except for the change of day and night, and the change of seasons, we cannot register on our senses. Yet those movements are always ongoing, and each is considerably small in scale compared to the next one. The movements in our life continue like that, and, by small or large, ultimately resolve the issues.
Aw shucks, thank you. This is: Aw shucks, thank you. This is too on the dogs nose, heh, in my own life right now. I'm glad that it came across that way.
Wow! I don't even have the: Wow! I don't even have the words to respond to this. I feel very humble in the face of such a marvelous compliment. And the understanding and comprehension you bring to my poems goes beyond my wildest dreams. Thank you for making this day so much brighter than it, otherwise, would have been.
This gives a unique: This gives a unique expression to what is, I suspect, a process of change experienced by multitudes of people who may not even be able to notice it---let alone articulate it in metaphor as well as you have done here.
That Senryu works so well on: That Senryu works so well on several different levels---form, content, the sense of the given moment and yet the anticipation of a future moment. You have compressed so much resonance into that small space, and I applaud your verbal artistry.
The splendor of this prayer: The splendor of this prayer goes beyond its literary prowess, which is considerable as always; what makes this monumental is how it was answered in such an inspiring way.
And so it now beams as a landmark on your spiritual path and a testimony of faith's power. Whenever I read your heartfelt devotions, I often feel that King David has met his contemporary match.
Divine art.
I can't thank you enough for: I can't thank you enough for the honor of a second visit gleaming with intricate insights and an extremely valuable endorsement.
You're an inspiration, fine Poet and messenger of Light.
Sorry I missed replying to: Sorry I missed replying to this in a timely manner, but thank you for the compliment. Today was the first day, since Thanksgiving weekend of 2019, that I have not awakened with a cranky attitude . . . whoo-hoo! Ain't medical procedures a hoot?
Your poetry demonstrates the: Your poetry demonstrates the paradox of starlight: produced in a process and venue of the most striking grandeur, and yet, when appearing in the sky (the most natural of nocturnes), it is as delicate as a twinkle, and can appear as small as a snowflake. When I was an undergraduate, I came to the conclusion that of the writers of New Testament Scripture, the Apostle Saint John was a real poet. I was also surprised to learn that many first year Greek students learn to read his Gospel first. I found this, also, to be a paradox: the profoundest Gospel (as most commentators would agree) provides the easiest reading experience for someone new to the language? The answer is that John's Greek is so ordinary and so common that it creates almost no barriers to the student learning Greek. But from simplest terms---light and darkness, joy and sorrow, etc.,---John creares the profoundest poetic statements. You, Patricia, are a Poet after the school of Saint John.