Thank you so much, so very,: Thank you so much, so very, very much, for those very encouraging words. The poem arose from an hour of despondancy (and perhaps a bit of self-pity, too), but I really, really appreciate what you have written about it.
Thank you for commenting. : Thank you for commenting. The Early Christians are very important to me; I think that is why I incline to Orthodox Christianity, because it feels more connected to them than the Western version.
Thank you for interpreting: Thank you for interpreting that poem far beyond what I thought I had written; I am more pleased with it after reading your kind comment.
Yes, hopefully we all are: Yes, hopefully we all are appreciative of what we have here. It is great to be able to post and read so much poetry. We're all different but we find a way to co-exist.
First, it is an extreme: First, it is an extreme pleasure to have you back. One doesn't realize just what a vital pillar of support and inspiration they have until it is gone, but the deepest sorrow was knowing that you must have been suffering greatly to have been away from your poetic community. I prayed often and I continue to pray with great urgency while you still struggle.
Welcome back! And thank you for finding my latest post.
Not only did you pinpoint the soul of of my work, but you affirmed the nucleus with two expertly insightful and striking analogies, one contemporary and one Biblical. Then, with pristine understanding, you zeroed in on my purpose, my mission, and declared it accomplished. I'm overwhelmed and humbled. How can I begin to thank you?
To my dismay, readers have often misunderstood my work, even connecting it somehow to something sacrilegious, but you don't read more into my poems than was intended, look for devils around every corner or skew my words according to a narrow belief system. You simplify, illuminate and appreciate.
Just what I needed. Like "the cosmos going about its business" my gratitude knows no bounds.
From my point of view, I: From my point of view, I don't see the practice of your faith poor in any way, but actually inspiring and triumphant!
Perhaps I should explain. The early Christians in the catacombs were severely restricted in their practice, but their hearts continued to overflow with unshakable devotion, true worship, in spite of persecution. Persecution, by the way, includes verbal disparagement or unfair judgement or even subtle disapproval by others. By nature, we want to be accepted by those around us, so it is a supreme sacrifice to stay true to your faith in spite of external discouragement.
But it seems Father Gregory, a beautiful soul, put it best: "confined prayer is [your] private liturgy".
What Soviet gulags and Roman armies and misguided dogmatists could never destroy is what continues shining, and what God treasures, within you.
This heartfelt, humble and genuine sonnet, I believe, is enshrined in Heaven.
What an effective visual! It: What an effective visual! It has delicacy and dignity, yet still smolders. The illustrious Basho is nodding and wondering: now why didn't I think of that?
Your words and your energy: Your words and your energy pulse with the same indignation I often feel when the farcical realities of our time hit hard. You give a voice, unflinching and resolute, to the outrage every sane person should feel in the face of tyranny. We need you!
We get the whole picture in: We get the whole picture in shimmering and minimal stanzas: the allure, the glorious obsession, the fulfillment. And it all began with a glimpse of beauty and ends with . . . well, that's an open-ended question you shrewdly injected.
A brilliant poem of attraction.
I love the wry wit behind the: I love the wry wit behind the word "random" when all the snippets of events, in sets of three, are highly significant, urgent and emotionally important in the grand scheme of things. Putting "up memories with thumbtacks" adds up to a meaningful relationship, long distance or otherwise.
An instructive and cleverly composed view of life.
Say "foliage" and I'm there.: Say "foliage" and I'm there. I came for the title and stayed for the fireworks.
"like a leaf unfolds to our star's light . . ."
Unabashed and sumptuous and perfect.