the voyage of a king, the fall of an empire

 

 

 

 

as He approached the pale-blue jewel called Urth, nestled in the nocturnal sea of Stars known for its rather milky aspect, at last, having suffered the long dark kiss of Night for what felt like an eternity, while pondering a face He could not quite remember, and the memory of a place He cannot seem to forget, Ever moved forward into the waiting arms of Destiny, and finally came to rest upon a page in the tragic history of a brave new world on the threshold of disgrace . . .

and all at once, as He felt a great hush moving slowly across the Universe, as the air around Him vibrated softly, as if the sky were soon to crack from the weight of certainty, He knew that the rose He had walked all Creation to find was here . . . and just when the Dawn gave up Her promise to the Day, He saw, high up on a hill crowned like a human skull, a sight now etched in His heart for ever, a man, nailed to a cross . . . and the man on the cross was the Rose of Avalon . . . and yes, the Rose of Avalon, was His Son . . .

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from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream     The Prologue – A Bridge,  A Cross,  Eternity

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found lying on a stairway from Heaven

 

 

All for The Wrong’s Reason

(Angels,  fell)

 

 

far, far ago, an Angel named Bright Morning Star, after quite long and careful thought, decided one day to ask God a simple question . . . Father, what is the purpose for which I will never be allowed to see Your face ? . . .

and after a grand and glorious deliberation with Himself, while pouring over all of The Whys and all of The Wherefores in His great Book of Deeds, after gathering each bit of memorandum from His voluminous Catalog of Intent, and certainly but diligently checking the minutes of His deeply inspired and ageless Magnitude, God soon discovered, that there was no answer . . .

and in order to keep The Meaning of Life fully intact, and to preserve a never-ending River of Souls to tend to the multitude of His affairs, and, so as not to keep an Angel waiting for far too long a time while in the very throes of discontent, God quickly decides to forestall any decision on the matter, and promptly issues a decree that hereby states . . . that any Angel, who henceforth demonstrates a complete and profound deficiency in the faith I never gave them, will be subject to spending an eternity living on a place called Earth, wondering why . . .

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The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream

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on this Day of Days

 

      to The Brothers,  and Sisters,  in Arms . . .

 

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      as the Caissons,  go rolling along,  Ever still . . .

 

 

 

a bridge, a cross, eternity . . .

 

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this book was conceived, and is certainly now embraced, by a most singular act of divine will and determination ever to be brought forth under the sublime guidance and counseling of none other than the Feminine Supreme, and upon whose infinite grace and wisdom I have been blessed to witness, and therefore to wonder, of all that has been manifested within each and every woman I have ever had the honor and pleasure to know . . .

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from The ForeWord:   The Voyage of Kings (The Apology) 

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of Ancient Voices

from so far, far ago,  and so very long away . . .  

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Book Back Cover from 2008

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The front and back covers of my first book, self-published in 2000 as a paperback, and from then onward in a white, 9″ x 12″, 3-ring binder format . . . 

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as Hope flies eternal

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Kickstarter Project Update

 

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I would surely like to thank all who have stopped by and pledged their valuable support so far – please keep it up . . .

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to kickstart this StoryTeller’s Dream

To ignite the release of a new book that rings as clear as a bell,

     take hold of my hands, they are warm, and I have stories to tell . . .

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The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream is a wing-swept journey through the Universe, beginning in the heart of a ‘fallen angel’ called Ever, as he wanders through the chances and circumstances of humanity, as he drifts within the vast emptiness of his abandonment and exile among the stars, along with the fateful and far-reaching consequences his self-serving pursuit of an ideal has brought to bear upon all Creation, and especially upon his beloved Always, whose tears are the river of this tale . . .

A journey that unfolds around his surrender to a spiritual awakening, and ends with his discovery and final embrace of a remarkably simple notion – that when fools set out to find what they already possess, they discover only the follies of men . . .

Born of an ancient yet unremembered legend, a fairy’s tale, as old as rhyme and even Time itself, captured in the echoes of uncountable voices across the millennia, comes an achingly beautiful love story, wrapped in the mists and myths of a place called Avalon, and whispering of the mysteries and majesties of God . . .

 

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The book is a thoroughly unique collection of short stories, poetry, and lyrical prose called DoveTales, that weave an amazing trilogy of dreams into the most vibrant threads of faith, courage, and devotion, which are all then so cleverly crafted to become a glorious tapestry of love, loss, and the triumph of love, again . . . as seen through the eyes of Angels, as they peer into the very hearts and souls of those who always seem to search for Glory, when all they really ever need, is Grace . . .

And who might enjoy reading The Voyage of Kings ?

Anyone possessing even a small spark of spiritual insight or inclination, and would be open to considering an infinitely simple concept of where they might fit in the grand scheme of things, and the quite attainable realities of their role within it . . .

Anyone possessing a sense of wonder, and a welcoming regard for a heavenly presence in their world, along with the acknowledgement and embrace of the more compassionate virtues such as patience, tolerance, acceptance and forgiveness, with all respect given to uplifting the human condition beyond measure . . .

Anyone seeking a remarkably different view of ~mankind, as it relates to womankind~; a dramatically elevated premise regarding the Feminine Ideal and its divine or spiritual significance . . . that will turn all male-dominated religious biases and historically gender-centric portrayals of a woman’s place, position or importance in the pantheon of God’s cast of characters, on its collective head . . .

Anyone seeking inspirational, lyrical, romantic, or poetic verse or prose, and wishes to explore alternative expressions of inspired, enlightened, theological, or purpose-driven thought . . . are fully cognizant and accepting of a Christian paradigm of living, and believe that when our creative knowledge embraces our artistic desires, we can achieve global understanding . . .

 

 

 

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from this Moment, on

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in The Shelters,  of Kindness

(  behold this Flock,  of Grace  )

 

They arrive,  from anywhere,  without name or number,  rescued,  recovered,  or reclaimed from often desperate or destitute surroundings,  circumstances,  or abuse,  or from being ‘tagged’ for an early and unmarked grave within a system or society so overwhelmed with mismanaged or misguided intentions,  doled out with all but enough compassion,  concern,  or common sense,  that sympathetic and lasting remedies or resolutions are only found in the all-too-rare instances of extreme generosity,  perseverance,  and understanding,  and of course,  kindness . . .

Their ‘crimes’ against human sensibilities are those that only become obvious when they are cast out from among the ‘beloved’,  who are no longer able or allowed a chance to exist within a sanctuary offering those simple and precious acts of benevolence we ourselves could not live without . . . somehow surviving without a smile,  a touch,  a softly-spoken word,  or sustenance,  a roof over their heads,  a safe haven to call their own,  or just the warmth that radiates from the nearness of friends,  family,  or loved ones . . . the very air they breathe only echoes with the whispers of their abandon,  for they have found themselves no longer welcome or wanted,  by a world no longer listening to or well beyond caring for,  these once kindred spirits and companions . . .

Yet,  they were born in innocence,  and therefore with just as much right,  perhaps even a divine blessing,  to be called or regarded as God’s Children as are their human counterparts,  and are just as or even more deserving of our compassion or largesse than what defines our civic or social obligations,  or what we,  by statute,   bestow upon some of our own outcasts and misfits . . . by the sheer vagaries of fate or misfortune,  and the crush or cruelty that comes from having no other choice or defense against it,  is that the only promises in life they are guaranteed to know or have fulfilled,  are unending hunger,  and bone-deep loneliness,  for all the rest of their days . . . unless . . .

My sincerest hope,  and yes certainly the wish of every soul born into this world to ever witness or to wonder of this heart-rending travesty,  is that I can try to ‘lift them up’,  to ease the burden of their sorrows or hardship from their shoulders,  to give back to them what they have so selflessly brought into this heart of mine,  and if at all possible,  to begin to mend theirs . . . to listen to their stories,  to be their voice for as long as it takes for them to be heard,  or at least until they are lucky enough to find a new home,  and become significant and dear to others,  and in turn hold them as dear,  to live within the absence of fear,  and to one day re-emerge within the purpose God gave them,  to really matter in this world just enough,  to find and give love,  again . . .

And yes to thank them,  for being who and what they are,  and for bringing the reason ‘why’ back into my life,  and for allowing me a chance to really understand the true meaning of the word ‘humanity’ . . . which,  after all,  is exactly the reason why God adorned this earth with their presence,  and their purpose,  in the first place . . . because in their aspects,  we will always see grace . . . and in their eyes,  we will forever see,  ourselves . . .

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through The OurGlass

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in Proximity,  of Grace

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to have U here,  now,  instead of just there,  are

      MoMeants of an Abundance,  beyond measure . . .

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the Sound of a Turning Leaf

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in The Echoes of My Abandon

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She had watched me ‘disappear’,  slowly,  until there was nothing left but ‘gone’,

and in the deep silence of Understanding, departure becomes deliverance,

      and ‘seize The Dei’ is softly whispered, on The Breath of Because . . .

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