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