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in the cataclysm, of silence

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all that remains,  of a once grand and glorious Because,  now lies hidden in the dust and detritus of a thousand kingdoms and empires come and gone,  buried deep in the wells of our wishes and wistful sighs of what might have been,  the scattered shards of our dreams and desires strewn heedlessly beneath the timeless advance of ideals and ideologies long forgotten,  and those not deserving of remembrance . . . we have built monuments and monoliths to honor that which holds no honor beyond the fleeting adoration of the moment,  while holding hostage the very futures of our children,  in exchange for the paltry ransoms of our immediate gratification . . . we have edificed soaring and gilt-splendored temples to our gods,  that rest upon a billion bones of the unredeemed and unworthy,  as we kneel before the machinery of our faith,  that we might find salvation in the very promise of our ingenuity,  while compassion,  love,  and kindness slowly fade from the pages of our story,  because tomorrow bears no witness,  in the mirror,  of our once upon a time . . .

 

 

 

from ZanaDew Falls,  Seen VIII:  The Time before Until

 

 

 

and standing, among Giants

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The Eve,  of Deliverance

(  Tatia’s Dream  )

 

  

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and Now,  a tumultuous Year is nigh coming to a close,

one that held many Chances and CircumStances,

some Within,  some Without,  and some,

     so very far Beyond,  Our Control . . .

We are left to reassemble or rebuild Each of

the Pieces of Our Lives that best mirror The Pattern,

      or The Purpose,  of The Plan,  and Our Place,  within It All . . .

some of Us face Tasks or Trials that challenge,  while Others,

face the same Troubles,   with nary a Blink of an Eye . . . and still,

      there are Those that never even bother to notice The Light of Day . . .

through it All,  there are Those,  that meet what is dealt to Them

with extraordinary Courage,  unextinguishable Hope,  while

      teaching All of Us,  exactly what Faith,  is All about . . .

      They,  lead Us,  by Example . . .

      They,  honor Us,  with Kindness . . .

      They,  shelter Us,  with Foregiveness . . .

They,  Always reveal to Us,  The Very Meaning of Life,  and how to live It,  and how to cherish Every

      Moment of Every Day,  with a Spirit borne of knowing of just how precious,  Every Moment,  can be . . .

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Passion of Innocence

 

written to,  and for,  some very dear Friends,  on December 24th,  2002

 

 

Ever standing, behind The Sun

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A Rush,  of Wings

(  A Flock,  of Grace  )

 

 

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so

Joy

took

Them

by The

Hand,  and

softly,  spoke to

Their Hearts,  of All

Things Dear,  All Things

lying in wait,  for just a Breath

of Kindness,  of Truth,  of Passion,

and She told Them,  of The Promise,

for Every Tear cried,  in The Name of

The Dove,  so would reign upon

The Earth,  a mighty Sea

      of Love . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice

 

 

 

the Shackles of Their Blind Desire

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The Shelter of Kindness

 

 

over The Fields and The Forests of So It Was,  where Legions of Lilies stand or sway,  and as Always,  there to dance in The Wind’s Ballet,  The Wrens of Ever gather for one final Thrust into The Hearts of Men,  to tear asunder the Shackles of Their Blind Desire,  and to free from Their Souls the Burdens of Their Empires,  that have laid to want and to waste,  All The Foundations of The Truth upon which They were built,  and justly so,  are now left crumbling under The Wait,  and under The Will,  of Avarice . . .

and somewhere beneath the rubble,  struggling for a precious Breath of Light,  resolute in Its Quest to find a significant Foothold in The Soil of Reason,  and of Redemption,  stands a single Rose,  quietly learning to grow,  without Thorns . . .

 

 

from Dream I – The Eleventh DoveTale

 

 

’til All Moments, fade

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The Origins,  of Kindness

 (  what Always,  said,  to Ever,  when Ever,  said,  GoodBye  )

  

 

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go,  My Darling,  and do what U must do,

and I will never,  think the Less of U,

and whereEver U may wander,

and whereEver U may fly,

take My Light to guide

U,  so that Wonder

      paints,  Your Sky . . .

and to savor This,

of Our Last Kiss,  as

each Morning gives Promise

to The Day,  remember Always,  that I

      love U,  and as Always,  My Love will light,  The Way . . .

 

 

 

 from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Veil of Rapture