The Word in Focus with Dr Larry Taylor

Waves, of soft, swirling clouds

Increasingly darker from

Grey to Black washing over me,

Calling me deeper in

I am floating, drifting, welcoming,

Yes, draw me in; I want to go deeper!

Faces in the eddying vapors,

Indistinct divine muses, gentle

Smiles fade as each face melts.

Floating downward without fear

Such mysteries await in the depths.

The floor is solid but hard to see through the

Cloudy black haze, yet I can make out

An ancient Byzantine pattern inlaid with gold.

Blood splashes in large drops 

On a steel table before me …

Shock … but

Repulsion fades quickly as the blood

Beads up into tiny dots, a pleasant pink on

The dark grey table. It came from above,

The blood, that is.