and beyond the reach of Kings

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A River of Stars

 (  in Mercy’s Hand,  when unfurled  )

  

 

if I could offer up a simple ray of Kindness,  to move as liquid,  down upon a small but significant corner of my world,  down upon this flock of Grace,  whether for a single bright moment,  or a myriad, and from this there would emerge,  so soft and slow,  an undeniable resonance of its whispered flow,  an echo,  and it radiates,  outward,  toward the frontiers of Oblivion,  leading the way to a place where Angels have long feared to walk,  at the very core of a time called Never,  and in whose withered embrace stands the fading image of Chaos,  on its knees,  and looking out across a dominion once bent to its will,  and to its whim,  a dominion now bathed in the everlasting Light of Love,  and all borne upon the very Smile,  of Always . . .

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