Like King David's timeless: Like King David's timeless words, your poetic devotion radiates with a feeling of victory, joy and sincerest praise. A precious heartsong I can imagine being sung by a Heavenly choir.
I'll be praying as well and: I'll be praying as well and trusting that everything will go smoothly. Looking forward to your safe return to your PostPoems family.
A heart-stopping depiction of: A heart-stopping depiction of despair so complete that one is "incapable of even screaming". Your images of being devoured burn deep into the brain as you successfully transfer that inner death.
I never assume that all poems are autobiographical, so I'll simply say this a crushing and mournful and amazing work of art.
Thank you, great poet, for: Thank you, great poet, for such piercing and wise insights into the heart of my message. I value every one of your comments. Peace and Light.
This reminds me of a similar: This reminds me of a similar if horticultural image of pruning, were the hurting and severing do not kill but in the healing bring growth and more life, more living. That the calculations however minute are accurate and purposeful, as in the measuring and cutting of diamond facets, imagine the cost of a cutting mistake to the value and the finished product. And much more than the art and the science and math of it all is the heart and the spirit from which flow the wellsprings of life.
His habitation and His glory: His habitation and His glory begins within our soul and from whence is magnified. The Lord bless you and keep you. May His grace abound in you, and all around you as you move into the coming week.
a meandering but sure journey: For some time now I have been hounded by Matejko's "Stańczyk" and have proceeded to extricate myself from that man in the mirror with definite likenesses of the soul's parts. And that brings this journey adjacent to the seeking of forgiveness along a path of chanting and whispering. This is probably the top contender to my personal glory poetry. And for that there is you to thank.
I wasn't speaking: I wasn't speaking specifically about poets being assholes here although it does happen. This was more about a lot of my friends, acquantances and co-workers in the real world. But yeah, there are some poets that can be real assholes, too.