carried across untold aeons

 

 

 

as the echo glides through the Universe, it gathers strength from every prayer along the way, for the cloak of darkness will no longer keep it hidden from the heart of All Things Dear, nor hinder it from fulfilling the promise of the return of the Light, of Love, Again . . .

and as the hush of Silence guides its path through the heavens, and the memory of the journey begins to unfold, one by one, the legions of Stars assemble in its wake, to cast their blessing upon the upturned faces, of each and every child, of God . . .

 

 

 

 

 

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in a long letter home . . .

 

 

and He wrote and He wrote for the next two thousand years, through our agony and our ecstasy, and the sum of our fears, and He wrote of each moment of each day of our past, through each chapter and each verse, as though they might be our last . . .

so every dream and every wish that Ever had heard since then, could one day fly away beyond these follies of men, and all that remains of His candle so bright, are these very pages, from long-ago ages, of a Kingdom, of Light . . .

 

 

 

 from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream   The Prologue – Once Cast from a Distant Fire

 

 

 

 

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the very first echo

 

 

an Angel stands with the grace of a swan, and walks to the edge of a sea of glass, and the quietest hush moves as liquid across all that Her eyes survey, for even the myriad of Heaven’s prayers have waited for an eternity to be answered, and held in the Light of all that shall come of this . . .

and She begins to tell a story, softly and slowly, and in a voice just barely above a whisper, yet capturing the significance of the moment as only thunder ever could, and every hope ever dared or dreamed suddenly came alive at the sound of the words that began . . . from this Day, there shall come a Sound . . .

 

 

 

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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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a light the darkness fears the most

 

 

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and from the mists and the myths of our collective folklore, for we are

all born under the same sun, comes a whisper of a way in which 

this spirit might rise again, through our thoughts, 

      our voices, our portrayals, of our yesterdays . . .

so our dreams, our desires, our hopes, 

our prayers, shall be brought forth,

where everything is illuminated,

around and through a simple

      yet timeless element . . .

      a spark, a flame, a ball, of light . . .

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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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on this Day of Days

 

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

 

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