The Footfalls Towards Forever - Part 1 of 3

(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 / Song of Solomon / John 11: 23 – 27 / Revelation 21: 3, 4) Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor Will You Come Walking To Me As Hard Rains Pour? Beneath A Tree of Life I Stood and Swore To Bring You My Body & Every Beauty, It Bore To Reach You Before Death Swung Its Door and Before The Soft Footfalls Towards Forever … Out of Dense Fog and Swirling Mists Will You Come To Give Me A Beloved’s Kiss? On A Journey of Danger That I Would Risk But Between An Embrace and A Heartbeat’s Bliss I Stepped On Something That Hissed and Hacked At Heels of Soft Footfalls Headed Towards Forever … Angus … Anguish, Anxious, Angst & Animosity Is All Around! I’m Laboring, My Laird … & Longing, Limping & Loosing Ground I’ve Steered Clear of Brackish Boggs That Would Sink Me Down But Had To Wade In A Stream While Evading Hell’s Hounds who Hunted Soft Footfalls Hastened Towards Forever … So Past Briar & Bramble & Beyond Wild Beasts I Am Bound To A Lamp’s Glimmer, Like That From The ‘Kings & Crowns’ Are You There Yet, Just A Mile Beyond Miracle-Mound? I’m Nearing, But The Route Seems To Wound & Wound I’m Struggling To Keep You In Sight, Soul and Sound Oh, I Need Your Face & Faith I Thought I’d Found … following Your Feats of Soft Footfalls Towards Forever … (for I’m Tied To You, Like Time Is To All Future’s Tether …) Tho’ Heightened Sense of Hope Made Her Braver And Wearing The Emerald Heirloom-Honor He’d Gave Her She Roamed Where Even Rocks & Moss Were Suspicious Neighbors & The Heather and Air Which Turned Too Harsh For Flavor Hosted A Bitter Helpless-Hereafter-Taste – To Savor … that Stalled The Soft Footfalls Towards Forever … Pain Thrusts Thru Her Like A Thousand Sabers! As Thoughts of Trust Turns Into Thoughts of Traitors She’s Raw & Hampered & Needs A Hero, A Savior To Lift Her Cares Like A Highlander Hoists Cabers Oh, Why Won’t Her True Love Not Come To Claim Her? with Sweet Brogue & Soft, Sure Footfalls Towards Forever … … On The Cusp of Welcome Home Or Casting Claymores On The Brink of A War and Between Border Reivers On The Ridge of Reason Or Sharpened Rage-Razors On The Brim of Horizons’ Sun-Brooch & Star Braziers On The Tip of Tomorrows Lit Like Torch-Flamed Tapers Across A Vastness Un-Veered Thru Veils of Vapors … Verily He Vowed, ‘ Vaunting Soft Footfalls Towards Forever …’ (to be continued on Part 2 of 3) Written & ©: 1/ 3-6 /2013 by: MoonBee Canady