Ascend, in The Clouds




A Strange Her,  in The Crowd

(  Mother,  of God  )




as She stood,  there,  before The Cross,  watching The Agony,  of Her Loss,

      She heard The Light,  of His Voice,  through,  and through . . .

All This,  will surely come Again,  for These, 

are The Follies,  of Men,  and

They know naught, 

     what They do . . .

and while She did pray,

His Light,  went Away,

     for He,  was Her Sun,  too . . .






from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Windmills of Eden




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