It is when the love of the Father

For His Son

Overshadows 

Skulking shades who can only

Rasp and wheedle at stragglers,

And then

Expire, winded.

It is when the 

Overshadower Himself, 

The Wind of the Mountain Lake,

Breathes the Father’s love

For the Son

Onto a remnant –

A band of inexplicably

Beloved survivors,

Bound for glory –

And they know it.

~

Meditation on Isaiah 22 and I Kings 18, 19