The Footfalls Towards Forever - Part 3 of 3

... For Theirs Was A Loyal Love That Would Nay Suffer Guilt Nor Wander, Nary Wrangle, Nor Waste, Nor Wrong, Nor Wilt Whether Slow In Coming, Or of A Moment Passing Swift Not Even An Enemy’s Blade Plunged In His Side To Its Hilt ! … could Halt His Soft Footfalls Towards Forever … Even In Whispered Woe & Weeping That Winds Would Nay Lift Or Thru A Last Dance, Last Duty, Lost Dreams, Or Long-Ago-Drift Even In All The Combined Separation Or An All Alone-Shift Even Thru Gut-Struck-Grief Or The Unknown – Aye, Even If … Out of Cold Shadows’ Desperation … Over A Highland Crag-Cliff … slips The Soft Footfalls Towards Forever 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 Even Death’s Read Banns Door … and Right Before, Our Soft Footfalls Towards Forever … … Out of Cold Shadows, On A Highland Moor Will You Wake For Me, When The Full Moon Soars? Beneath A Tree of Life, I Stood and I Swore To Bring You Back, Body ‘N Breath & The Beauty It Bore Whether To Walk On Water Or Just Footprints On A Shore in Soft, Footfalls Towards Forever To Explore … yea, In Soft Footfalls Towards Forever … Still Furthermore … (Isaiah 50: 4, 5 / Song of Solomon / John 11: 23 – 27 / Genesis 3: 4, 13 – 15, 24 / Revelation 21: 3, 4) Story Poem Written & ©: 1/ 3-6 /2013 by: MoonBee Canady