This poem really captures:
This poem really captures the restless churn of living without enough:
the way anxiety loops, how poverty narrows your world until even generosity feels impossible.
I love the raw honesty of the line about adopting children, and
the nod to JID’s lyric grounds it in lived culture.
The ending “why / for what” feels like the perfect echo of exhaustion,
a question that lingers long after the poem ends.
I stared at this comment for: I stared at this comment for several minutes before I was able to respond. I know I often write in superlatives, but this time I really do believe---as Christ Himself is my witnesss---that this is the finest comment I have ever received on this, or any other, site. I do not have sufficient words to thank you for this response and explication of my poem. I am downloading a screenshot of it to my laptop. As my CHF continues to worsen, this comment from you will bolster my mood as I face the inevitable, maybe sooner than later. I thank the Lord that the internet is able to bring, across the globe, this comment and your kind words to me. With Chrysostom, I can say---Δόξα τῷ Θεῷ πάντων ἕνεκεν!, Glory to God for all things!, and saying it here, I thank Him for your words, your presence on this site, and the way you have touched my life.
This poem beautifully: This poem beautifully captures the mystery of kenosis (the self‑emptying of Christ)
by contrasting His infinite majesty with His choice to step into our fragile world.
I love how the imagery moves from the grandeur of the cosmos to the intimacy
of “this garden, Earth,” reminding us that divine love is not distant but willing to dwell among us.
The closing lines carry such a triumphant note, framing the Cross not as defeat
but as victory over guilt and death. It reads like both a hymn and a meditation,
lifting the heart while grounding it in gratitude.
Halloween, a seasonally: Halloween, a seasonally appropriate symbol (scarecrow) juxtaposing the rift and conflicts on a battle between us humanoid creatures and the wisdom of nature taking arms... Jesus?
in my reading, this could: in my reading, this could ultimately be describing a hidden, odd little community that lives apart from everyone else.
Outsiders see them as strange, even deformed, and try to “clean them away” or ignore them.
Because of that, the people keep to themselves, mark their own doors, and speak their own language.
They only open up when someone comes knocking. At its heart, it’s about how groups that don’t fit in are pushed into hiding,
but still hold onto their own identity behind closed doors.