ON THE WINGS OF THE WORD

Androgynous angels whose muscles have an emphatic and disturbing softness, saints who turn their backs as they gaze at the heavens in an ecstasy that is more earthly than mystic, holy warriors who bewitchingly smile like adolescents in an erotic trance, desert fathers who seem to remember the pleasures of the flesh that have abandoned them forever, all of them praising the Most High in a celestial celebration anchored in the perennial renewal of the miracle.

ALVARO MUTIS