The Word in Focus with Dr Larry Taylor

And so, after all that, he

Entered into the melancholy of 

Love where he found a bright sadness in the 

Luminous darkness of Grace

A kind of sober happiness drapes over his

Shoulders as he gently treads the forest trail

In soft moonlight while a tender mist, a

Fog, settles over the valley

In the distance the ragged mountain peak 

Stands sentinel over its domain unfazed

By soaring eagle, grazing mountain goat,

Scurrying marmot, or tiny alpine cushion plants

Chinooks ate the snow, so it was on

The warm wind that she came with

Auburn air flowing behind her as she flew – 

Windwalker comes at her own bidding

A gentle whirlwind lifted him to her breast

From which he suckled cosmic tenderness 

And understanding, which, once ingested, 

Set his soul aglow with contentment