upon Our upTurned Faces

 

 

The Sky,  in Autumn’s Dream

  

 

 

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*  *

*      *

*           *

*                 *

*                          *

*                                       *

*                where,  from                *

The Arms,  of Hope,  and The Blessing,  of

Faith,  flew The Wrens of Ever,  Ten Thousand All,

Each with The Memories of EveryThing Dear,  and Each,

with a Ribbon of Forgiveness,  when in The Rush of Wings

came a Voice of Quiet Thunder,  and Whispers of Horses

echoing across The Universe like The Breath of God,

and in One Word,  came One Wish,  Love,

      and It was So . . .

  

 

 

and from Sumwhere inside the very First Tear to caress

      The Face of Joy,  came The Fall,  of The Reign,  of Night . . .

 
 
 
 
 
 
from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments
 
 
 
 
 
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