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Reminds me a great deal of John 14:2-3:   You’re at the peak of ripeness here my friend. Patricia said it well. A story of a man with a foot in two worlds – waiting to transcend … with the lapping waves keeping pace with an old man’s breathing (images of a Galilee shore come to mind here), in a place where neither fear nor nightmare disturbs the peace and acceptance of the moment, knowing it is but a simple journey into the Lord’s embrace, much in alignment with the way that Jesus must have felt, on that final evening supper with his disciples.   Reminds me a great deal of John 14:2-3   “My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.

De fucking France!!  love: De fucking France!!  love that

You already known, and have: You already know, and have known for a couple of years, how much I esteem the grandeur of your cosmic Poetry, and how much I value your comments on this poem.  And this particular comment reigns supreme over all the comments with which you have blessed my poems.  Reading this, and then trying to write a response, reminds me of something that Wallace Stevens told a nun, Sister Bernetta Quinn, who had become one of his most perceptive readers and commentators---about how her comments meant to him not only on the literary level, but on a personal level that most other comments could not reach.  That is how your comments work, as well:  they touch my soul, and this particular comment has done that supremely. I am very glad you chose this poem to comment upon, because your comments become, for me, as sort of validation.  I rank you among the great Poets whom I most deeply and personally admire, and when you affix a comment to one of my poems it comes from that very realm where the stars are. Because I happen to believe that I am in the final stages of my life, regardless of how long or how little those stages might last, I wanted to write a farewell poem, the way Stevens did when he wrote, for example, "The Planet On The Table."  Because I love and admire the Early (and Earliest) Christians so much, I wanted to write from, and within, the world on earth that they knew; primarily, Galilee, where Jesus walked and to which He returned after His Resurrection when He shattered, forever, the power of death upon us.  And, from a practical motive, I wanted to write a poem that I can try to recall, or even read, when my own time comes---if I can retain my right mind when that time comes. Thanks, again, for taking the time to read this poem and for putting your comment upon it.  Your interpretation is, as usual, very accurate, and very observant of the way the poem is intended to work, and I appreciate it.  But what I appreciate even more is the shrewd and confident spiritual/cosmic perspective that lives, thrives, and resonates within your poems, your comments, and . . . I most heartily believe . . . your entire life as a Poet.

we’ve only begun to scratch the surface:   Makes you wonder how little we really know, about the fundamental principles of universe. It seems we’ve only begun to scratch the surface of understanding. And I don’t think we’ll ever fully know the whole of it.

Always an error of judgment:   I think we all encounter someone like this in the course of relationships. It’s bound to happen sooner or later. It’s how we figure out not to repeat the mistake, that’s of great importance. And a mistake of this kind, is always an error of judgment.

Thanks for the welcome :-).: Thanks for the welcome :-). It's been a while. Xx 

the excrement of mass genocide:   One can only be constipated when full of excrement. Communism is, and has always been, the excrement of mass genocide… be it Stalin, Pol Pot, or Mao Tse-tung.   The Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, lays these facts to bare succinctly.