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I wrote the title poem to the collection 'Still Possible' in parallel to all the other poems that grew into the book. The poem felt like a narrative tide carrying me along and in joining that tide every day I felt as if I was being swept along by forces greater than my everyday identity. It's meant to be read in th same almost breathless way in which it was written. Always 'Still Possible' but always, always, always in ways we can never fully imagine.... DW

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Yes, “breathless” is the feeling it conveys to me. I would add “awe”.

It’s been awhile since first reading “Still Possible” and so sweetly synchronous that it showed up yesterday as I’ve been carried along in quite a current of change for several months. Literally, yesterday was the first opportunity to stop, breathe, look around in a new home and both say out loud and feel, “I’m here, now.”

Thank you so much, David. 🙏🏻

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So many points of awakening. I’ll settle on this one for now:

“… to realize that you

have always had your life shattered

and your heart broken and your faith

tested by loving too much and too often

and that all along, it was never too much

and never too often, and that you were

never, ever, fully broken.”

🙏🏻

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This reads like an arrow piercing

the air at the speed of light landing into this broken and resurrected heart. Astounding!!

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This one is Champagne! ❤️🌟

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I am deeply moved by this, David. Crystal clear truth, chock full of sublime reason: thank you!

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Brilliant

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A beautiful guide for my 84th year.

Thank you David

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Beautiful, visual, and reassuring.

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