The River, in My Hands
( and Arms Wide Open )
and Every Corridor
of My Hope-weary Heart,
bathing This Desert of Longing
in Her Sweet Waters of FullFillMeant . . .
and All The While, flowing, SumWhere
within Reach of All Things Dear, gliding
between A Wink, and A Promise, and
wrapped in The Sounds, of Her
The Very Words
I have walked The Millennia to
hear, flying Now, like Diamonds, across
this UniVerse, between She and Me, through a Crack in
The Sky, into The Tear in My Eye, yes to herald The Reign, of Joy . . .
and with a Voice borne inside The Breath of Eternity, pouring Forth, from
The Panorama of Her Smile, and as I bow My Head in The Presence of Her
Majesty, She raises Her lovely Hands, and lifts My Face toward The Light
of All Creation, and then, She whispers, WellCome Home, Angel . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments