The Word in Focus with Dr Larry Taylor

Thick black-velvet blinding light

Illuminating unknowable knowledge

Within the soft and gentle fires

That part the clouds just enough

For a sextant reading – 

Course correction, sails reefed,

Bilges pumped; tiller lashed

She beats to windward

Past the golden risen phoenix 

Gliding softly into the port of 

Connected authenticity

Silence shouts; stillness dances

Colors flash; angels weep – 

His own blood splatters the

White steed

And all the earth stands hushed