I am smitten with Milton Kessler’s “Comma of God.” It’s a poem of great texture: a prayer, a chant, an adroit benediction. Perhaps most of all, it’s a testament to a fully lived life; an edifice of gratitude for having survived the business of going about one’s business with humility and strength. From the sheer joy of a Lester Young note to the furnace of Dresden, the images of Comma of God accrue with purpose, passion, & persuasion. Whoever reads this poem will be touched and moved by a potent presence that is intimate without being private, Walt Whitman proud.
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