The Savior

Mr. Kenyan, please meet Mr. Devore. Forge a pathway, if you will, up the mountain that is Wilson. Converse with us in silence. Let none other pass this way save the backend of the Great Bruin. Or was it the Gentle Doe? Naught! Leave this mystery to our imagining! Soothe our bruised bodies ‘neath the breath of the oak and if an acorn should pop us on our heads, let this instill us with knowledge! Hear us! We may weep with gratitude! We may bow our heads and kneel! (Or we may not due to the stress on the knees.) We may languish beneath your limbs and ask forgiveness! Infuse us with your message and let us fear not the struggle of tomorrow!