Julia, "glorious" might seem indolent praise, but it is just about precise. I join this poemsong, this prayer of yours, to the breathing earth, to the unjudging sky, to the field that welcomes poets who aren't wearing shoes or credentials or frowns or good grades or obligations or prohibitions. May the grass of that field cradle your footsteps kindly.
Julia, "glorious" might seem indolent praise, but it is just about precise. I join this poemsong, this prayer of yours, to the breathing earth, to the unjudging sky, to the field that welcomes poets who aren't wearing shoes or credentials or frowns or good grades or obligations or prohibitions. May the grass of that field cradle your footsteps kindly.
Thank you, Thomas. How your words reach me.