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Good people often make: Good people often make history, but rarely are they the writers of history. That "honor" goes to to the victors, and victory is generally attained by blood.

The Christmas Tree is a pagan: The Christmas Tree is a pagan symbol that Christians have spiritualized.  However, I think the Four Gospels indicate that the use of palm fronds in the Palm Sunday was permitted by Jesus.  To my recollection, only the priests and pharisees objected.  I would suggest the use of palm fronds in worship might even predate Christianity by being present in the 2nd Temple Judaism which was thriving before and during Christ's ministry.  Had this been a violation of God's precepts, I doubt that He would have kept silent, or that His Church would have encouraged the palms' use in Palm Sunday liturgies.

Tree Tales: I lived under a palm tree for several months. Once it stabbed me right in the eye, when I was arising from bedsheets on the morn. "Spikey plants shall no longer be!" shouted my buddy in blasphemy.

Like Wallace Stevens,: Like Wallace Stevens, Patriciajj locates her poems' centers of gravity in various places, from poem to poem.  (Note to future grad students:  one of you might be able to write your disseration on a graph showing us the location of these centers.)  In this poem, it is the final twelve lines.  In this poem, we learn as well---for all of Patricia's poems having something about which to teach us---that patient fields might forgoet our names; that roses need us . . . while we are still breathing like humans.  For that is our role in the Universe, which can only, unassisted, dream of itself:  we are to interpret the Universe to itself, to validate its existence with our contemplation of that existence.  In ancient times, Poets named the stars, then constellated them into the characters and symbols of our stories.  Patricia, like those ancient Poets, does some of that in her poens; she also reminds us why it is important that patient fields do not forget our names, why it is good that roses still need us; and, while we take our human breath, we will also "hear /  a drizzle of music in the sun / or feel some unfiltered spiritlight kissing the air like /snow all around."     I must apologize for my delay in commenting.  I am hospitalized, having nearly bled to death internally fifteen days ago.  But when Patricia posts a poem it is, in my opinion, an EVENT on postpoems, and one which will not allow me to voluntarily postpone my response.  Patricia's poems speak cosmically; they take such a long, high view that the posting of each one is well worth setting aside any restrictions that obstruct in order to read or to comment---because she creates her poems at the highest and most ancient level of Poetry, the cosmic.

Crocus Season: They're here! They're here! Thanks for the write.04/09/22 @ 1233p. Spring sprang in purple! . ~A~.   

Respected Bishu Gentleman: I know there is no actual Santa - but sometimes I hear the phrase "Christmas came early". Believing, I do not have to explain why I'm on the floor with the kids with crayons coloring pictures of reindeer and the cat in red. That goes for Halloween too. There are witches. There Are! :D - muah! ~A~

Greed May Save Us: Let me see now, 40% (20 new tax 20 unpaid tax) of a trillion paid annually to Treasury Dept. Breaking up monopolies, prison time for buying Senators - yeah mere billionnaires and far fewer of them. I'm a dreamer. And being a dream, I dream big! ;D .