Halo,
Your curiousity arouses my own. You were overcome with "emotion and feeling." Well and good. Is it your expectation that all who read, "Sparrow," would be just as overcome? Are you perplexed at the absence of any other commentary, by the absence of readers writing about positive impacts, such as you experienced?
What if someone were to write that the absence of sound grammatical structure, specifically punctuation, the presence of run on phrasing, and multiple metaphors (sparrow...no chrsalis...no, wind...no, dewdrop...no, we are all sparrows..) weakens the poem's potential. Ah. But that would be critique, and this forum is only for comment, not critique.
But commentary might be that the poem is cliche' both in its choices of imagery and in seeking to amalgamate contradictory theological philosophies. While that is allowed (flash the poetic license) and may result in a personal and fulfilling write for the author and some readers, it may not speak to a given reader who disagrees with that approach. Would such a comment be what you were expecting, or surprise you and generate rancor towards the "barbarian" who dared to naysay Mystic's presentation, especially in the light of his recent hardfought victory over a frightening disease?
Take it another step. What if someone suggested that as soon as Mystic starts to comment on his work, that person will start to comment on Mystic's? But that would be a cheap shot and unworthy of anyone who, as Mystic does, writes for personal fulfillment, not to receive public accolades. He has earned his place as a host. However, one might ask why you are so concerned about the absence of commentary on this thread, and not as concerned about the absence of same on other threads?
In brief, curiousity killed the cat. So, too, responses to your curiousity might kill this poem, or. at least, jaundice it. Far better to enjoy and appreciate it for its impact on you, and not concern yourself with the absence of comment on the part of others. After all, in the final analysis, poetry as an art is a buffet. Rejoice that you found a dish that satisfies your hunger. Allow others to cast about for more satisfying fare.
Regards,
Bill