As I read this, I imagined: As I read this, I imagined late Spring clouds dividing to reveal shafts of sunlight! That is how evocatice your writing is.
And there the sadness: And there the sadness continues through the ages and generations... whodda known evil had its own 'DNA,' in a manner of speaking?
The Terror that Robespierre: The Terror that Robespierre imposed on the French people is believed, by some historians, to have provided Lenin with a complete instructions manual for the period of the Red Terror of 1918-1922. The brutality of the murder of the Czar and his family (the thugs even killed Alexei Romanov's dog, Joy) was a harbinger of the bloodthirsty vengeance Lenin wreakced upon the very people he claimed to be helping---including many fellow Christians of the Orthodox Church.
Thank you for that reply . .: Thank you for that reply . . . it is so very well composed that it actually ministers to my soul, and I have done a screenshot of it to keep in my most precious file. On this day that celebrates the Epiphany and the Theopany at the Jordan River, your words are especially validatory to me.
Breaking free from the: Breaking free from the oppressive shadow of your parents and embarking on a path of self-realization is a remarkable achievement. The comparison to the country's gradual process of organizing itself resonates deeply, highlighting that personal growth and finding one's identity can be a gradual, yet immensely rewarding journey.
It's heartening to hear that, despite the challenges and the time it took, you have become closer to the person you aspired to be back in the summer of 1976. Considering this transformation as answered prayer speaks to the strength of your faith and the perseverance you've shown in navigating your path.
This is a rather complex and: This is a rather complex and maybe confli emotions... the metaphors are interesting again with dual perspectives... since the costers and the plastic they protect what's valuable... but yet it's seems under a negative light which I am sure in your intent... but not clear... is it a poem about liberation or being submissive... Orishaman!
I think this is very good: I think this is very good advice. My sense of identity separated from my parents' oppresive shadow during my senior year, and on July 10th, 1976, the separation was completed; ironically, in the month of our nation's two hundredth anniversary of independence. And just as the country groped to organize itself over several years, so I have spent decades to do so. But I am more what I wanted to be, in the summer of 1976, than I was at that time. and I consider this to be answered prayer.