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This comment may be a bit: This comment may be a bit verbose.  That first stanza really touched my soul deeply.  My grandfather worked for our County Engineer (who hired him when the Crash of 1929 caused the loss of his car repair shop).  My grandfather built small concrete bridges over rural creeks and culverts.  My father also became worked for the County Engineer, and, as a surveyor, he was considered by his peers and crew members as an artist on the transit.  They said he turned an angle once, and once only; and the angle was always correct.  The belt (three lanes in each direction) that surrounds our city was surveyed by my father when it was just a set of unconnected roads.  I always feel safest when riding on this road.  His design for a dedicated highway exit for our international airport, an exit that branched off the major East-West interstate highway, was accepted by the state, constructed, and now prevents the many fender-benders that used to happen in the small town next to the airport.  During the summers of 1975, 1976, and 1977, I had the privilege (which I did not appreciate fully back then) of working with some of his survey crewmen (he had been promoted to traffic control at that time).  I also did surveys on the rural roads near my grandfather's bridges.  My father was very "macho," but he acknowlegded that he knew my friendship with BlueShift had become Love, and he did not condemn me for it.  The first stanza of your poem brought all that back to me.

It's hard to deny the potency: It's hard to deny the potency of a prayer springing from sincerest godly sorrow. Blessings to you this present day

Thank you redbrick: Hi redbrink, thank you for your thoughtful comment. I do not mind at all, that is a delightful verse. 

Great poem: Great poem. Keep up the good work.

=D: Thank you  so much!!!!

Philosophical eloquence: Philosophical eloquence

None of your poems is too: None of your poems is too long.