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Prolegomena Soliloquy - Pt 2

Daniel Henry Rodgers

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I have measured the math of a mustard seed, traced the geometry of origin, the angles of mercy, run fingers over the ridges of history and found Him— in carbon’s conspiracy, in gravity’s governance, in Fibonacci’s stubborn insistence on beauty. Do you not see— faith is not blind; it is sight through the fog, a reaching… And now— see yourself. The burden you carried like iron mail slides from your shoulders as if it was never meant to stay. Your hands tremble. Your lips part. And through the crack in your voice, You say— *"I was wrong."* A new day dawns…

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Victor Buhagiar

Date: 4/28/2025 2:07:00 AM

Earthly affairs requires knowledge which is often a masquerade of ideas, thus earth requires visible faith. Spiritual ideas are beyond our understanding. So faith must be blind. My opinion, of course.

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/29/2025 11:41:00 AM

Dear Victor, I pray you had a wonderful and blessed Easter. I really appreciate your comments. I love your opinion and you are perhaps right. I always say that Faith without Reason is certainly blind. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Paige Hind

Date: 4/20/2025 10:28:00 PM

Powerful and cutting- and it ends, but in hope, so according to you- it never does end. Really enjoyed reading your dialogues.

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/29/2025 11:38:00 AM

Dear Paige, Thank you so much my for your words of support. Sorry I am late responding. My mom passed away on Easter after being on hospice for two weeks. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/18/2025 8:00:00 AM

Daniel, from this work it's clear you have a noble soul. I love how you are such a vibrant giving person. How lucky all of us are to be in a brief but warm shared space. We'll certainly hang in as long as we can and do good while we're able. It means a lot.

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/29/2025 11:35:00 AM

Hello Duke, I am always so appreciative of your notes and always thankful. Sorry for being late responding. My mom was on hospice passed away on Easter Morn. We had her services yesterday. Spring Blessings, My Friend, Daniel

Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/18/2025 2:04:00 AM

a humble heart knows the serenity of being humanly divine ...beautiful impressions mark this poem, daniel!

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/29/2025 11:33:00 AM

Dear Nette, I am alwys joyful to read your comments. Thank You. Sorry for the late response. My mom was on hospice and passed away on Easter Morn. She is now with the Lord. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Sam Kauffman

Date: 4/17/2025 12:00:00 PM

Dearest Daniel, I am deeply touched by the images and poetic artistry of each line leading up to the simple earth shattering revelation of a soul taking on the cloak of humility. There is no judgement in your eloquence only an example of a pilgrim's journey into humility, lowliness. This is poem is truly wonderful! Thank you for taking me on your journey. Sending you an abundance of blessings for Holy Week and a glorious Easter season for, after all, Easter is just the beginning my friend as we walk Jericho road to the Resurrection!

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/29/2025 11:32:00 AM

Dear Sam, Ahhh I loved your note, and it lifted my spirits. My mom passed away on Easter Morn after being on hospice for two weeks so I am a little late responding. I know she is now with the Lord. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Anne Winter

Date: 4/15/2025 6:10:00 PM

Dear Daniel, my dear friend, wow, your poem is a masterpiece that touches the soul. "faith is not blind;it is sight through the fog" resonates deeply. The final moment of realization "I was wrong." is very powerful. "A new day dawns…" ending the poem beautifully. Best, Anne.

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/29/2025 11:30:00 AM

Dear Anne, I am grateful to read your wonderful note today. Sorry for the late reply. My mom passed away on Easter Morn after being on hospice for two weeks. I know she is with the Lord. Spring Blessings, my Dear Friend, Daniel

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 4/15/2025 10:42:00 AM

Wonderful, my friend! Love: faith is not blind, your hands tremble, your lips part…emotions!

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/29/2025 11:29:00 AM

Dear Kim, Thanks for your note and comments. Sorry I am late getting this out. My mom had been on hospice and passed away on Easter Morn. I know that she is now in the Lord's hands. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Lin Lane

Date: 4/14/2025 1:34:00 PM

Daniel, your questions are certainly worthy of a prolegomena, but if it's a soliloquy, I'm glad I got to listen in. On our journey through life, the road can turn and leave us doubting our faith. There's the mustard seed, but it needs fertile soil in which to take root. Even if it does, things happen that cause belief to wither.

Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date: 4/15/2025 8:42:00 AM

Dearest Lin, Wow. Just... wow. Reading your comments honestly brought tears to my eyes. Thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to sit with my poem and share such incredibly thoughtful, beautiful words. You calling my questions worthy of a "prolegomena" made me chuckle, but seriously, it means so much that you saw the depth I was grappling with. And please know, it wasn't just a soliloquy I wanted you to hear. Your thoughts are never just 'listening in' – they're part of the conversation I value most. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Lin Lane

Date: 4/14/2025 1:33:00 PM

There are no formulas that explain why we do things as you mentioned, and there is no fortress that can shield us from hurt. Who was laid to rest in the empty tomb as a beaten man was raised to His Father's Kingdom... only on the faith that it was written by the hands of men, through the Word of God. The world is groaning under the weight of darkness.

Lin Lane

Date: 4/14/2025 1:32:00 PM

I dare not try to answer your plethora of inquiries, for I am not a sage, and know better than to rebuke the wind. I dream, I love, and I cry for I am a faulty human who agrees that faith is not blind. With eyes that see beyond what is visible, I am imperfect, but I can see wisdom in being able to say, "I was wrong." Those words lift the albatross from my shoulders as I welcome every dawn. An epic write in two parts, Daniel.