The Glory, Rose
( Always, at Last )
Here, inSighed Your Velvet Petals,
where Your Heart, Your Music,
and Your Story, begin to unFold,
I fall, toward every Breath, every
Song, and every Page withIn, yes I
fall, Ever slowly and Ever softly,
toward Your Mysteries,
unTold . . .
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from Book I, The Ring ( First Light ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Shelter of Kindness