tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post1913578822085165364..comments2023-10-17T08:19:58.196-04:00Comments on FreeThinke: FreeThinkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-17203158131830100692015-02-13T11:51:15.456-05:002015-02-13T11:51:15.456-05:00An interesting,genuinely thoughtful response to Em...An interesting,genuinely thoughtful response to Emily's poem, Jersey. Thank you! FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-82457245760656997342015-02-11T20:54:27.869-05:002015-02-11T20:54:27.869-05:00It's funny, reading this I thought of an old f...It's funny, reading this I thought of an old friend of mine, one I haven't been able to find for a while (another darkness). Starting when he was young, he found himself working at night, graveyard shifts. As the years went by he continued on that schedule. I used to warn him that it wasn't healthy, physically, and perhaps explained his difficulty with maintaining healthy, stable, long-lasting relationships. It made for a conveniently wide-awake rock bassist, I suppose, but not a husband or a father. He became that "almost straight" posture in the darkness that seemed his preference. But you can't really mix the darkness and the light.<br /><br />JMJJersey McJoneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15426560061830038806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-69960683274882230542015-02-11T08:32:57.245-05:002015-02-11T08:32:57.245-05:00*ouch!*<i>*ouch!*</i>Thersiteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15751286903359745316noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145653764764266444.post-962423376452700872015-02-11T05:25:52.739-05:002015-02-11T05:25:52.739-05:00Loss of a loved one in battle is one kind of darkn...Loss of a loved one in battle is one kind of darkness.<br /><br />But Emily also mentions this kind of darkness, a darkness I know only too well now that our beloved neighbors of nearly 40 years have moved away with hardly a word since their move in October 2013:<br /><br /><i>when the Neighbor holds the Lamp<br />To witness her Good bye</i>.<br /><br />That particular grief has been on my heart lately, and I fear that the next time we'll see our former neighbors is at the funeral of either the husband or the wife.<br /><br />Life itself is a battle, IMO.Always On Watchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08192688822955022541noreply@blogger.com