Flight of Love

A dragon poem

by my sister-in-arms

In the quiet of the morning,
In the still of the break of day,
Rises the wing’d immortal,
In his churlish, Godly play.
Rising up to meet his Maker.
Rising up to meet the dawn.
Rising up further and far—
Crushing demons in his song!
God and angels bow to greet him,
Bow to laugh, to dance and sing!
Heaven is much the better
For the love here unfolding!

For Milo’s and my continuing adventures training in the imitation of Christ, see The MILO Chronicles: Telegram Diaries (from August 2019). Our journey begins in Milo Chronicles: Devotions 2016-2019, available in hardcover on Amazon and direct from the publisher at Castalia House.

Watch Milo’s interview with me about my book at censored.tv or on his YouTube channel.


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