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this death visible only

when a star casts off

its history of light.

Wow. Perfection.

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Thanks!

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Brian!!

You landed those gorgeous ideas into the commons where we mortals can grasp a sense of the invisible world.

🌱🌿🌲💚

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High praise, thank you!

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You have written volumes in a few lines of words.

It brings me to tears, the possibilities of wisdom that could be enjoyed by just one line.

thank you so much for this feeling.

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Thank you, means a lot that you shared this!

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The second stanza grabbed my heart.. whispering to the stars.. because the stars and God converse .. I find that image so relatable and sincere. I will think of it for sure when I next talk with the stars. Thank you✨

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Excellent! I liked that one too. Not that cosmic thinking when one looks up is my idea, but I like how that stanza came together. 🙂

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It is elegant

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That's a dang interesting poem and it's got that thing where, like a good song, you are a little sad when it's over. Good job.

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Thank you sir!

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“ I know of dust but it is

appearance I have faith in,

the squeak of a swing”

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Brian, I feel this poem like weight in the chest. Your words give shape to that sleepless, soul-searching yearning that haunts us all on darker nights. Yet it gestures towards something in the last lines--something lonely and lovely--something beautifully alive.

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Thanks Ann. Sometimes searching feels like a weight, doesn’t it?

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It does. But maybe it's a weight that makes one stronger for carrying it....or like the weight of a sleeping child in your arms...a weight that might be carried with care and self-compassion.

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Beautifully put.

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Beautiful

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when a star casts off

its history of light.

This is a stunning line and conveying of ideas, Brian. Wonderful poem.

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Thank you ☺️

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"I know of dust,

layers of skin cast off

and suspended around me,

this death visible only

when a star casts off

its history of light."

This stanza is where the poem turns into more than a poem.

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It’s a good turning point. Thanks for reading and commenting!

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The whole poem is lovely, but this stanza really struck me:

"I know of dust,

layers of skin cast off

and suspended around me,

this death visible only

when a star casts off

its history of light."

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🖤

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A really nice deep exploration. It has left me thinking, a lot!

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Excellent!

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I really love the way this builds - the notions of what is found, what that means, where we find faith - really beautifully, quietly written.

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Thank you Sarah. It’s definitely a quiet piece. I appreciate you reading!

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Thanks Margaret!

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