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(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
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