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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Buy the Book on Amazon

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when Echoes were born

found on Amazon . . .

for 29.99 . . .

 

The Voyage of Kings

The Voyage of Kings

 

Amazon Best Sellers Rank:  #12,005,447

stop the presses !!!

This first venture into self-publishing cost me a little over $2000 . . . and I think I sold 5 copies. . . 

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of Ancient Voices

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

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Back Cover from 2000

Book Back Cover from 2008

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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  buy the new Digital and Print Editions on Amazon and Barnes&Noble

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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 . . .

 

The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream

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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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in The AfterGlow

in eternal and loving memory . . .

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Still Falling, Higher

 (of Wings, and Prayers)

 

  

a delicate yet determined little sparrow, without even a name or a number, and fresh from the shores of a pale-blue gem in a dark velvet sky called Urth, stares with unblinking eyes upon the vast and venomous maw of Oblivion, waiting, well past the Reach, and just beyond the edge, of her fading and now forgotten uncertainty . . .

she is poised, not by dare or design, yet knowing beyond a shadow of doubt that all that has come to pass, ended, here, and as sure as the very next breath she will take during this journey, will begin the first moments of all that will come to be . . .

and so far she has flown, so far from the fields and the forests of Sometime When, carrying with her the dreams, the desires, and the music of men . . .

and while this Night begins to fade from the Light of The One, and the moon slowly turns once more, to face the advent of the Sun, whose smile heralds her return, to the land, of Love, Again . . .

and with a final thrust born from the strength of her conviction and courage, she pushes off from her place upon the hopes of humanity, with wings outstretched to embrace the eternal whispers of God, which will guide her unerringly across the Heavens, into the wide and waiting arms of her everlasting Fulfillment . . .

and knowing so well, as she soars at last into the absence of her fear, that behind her, lifting high into the realms of their absolute significance, and with the might and majesty of titans, come tens, of thousands, more . . .

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Sarah Wildman Nash

1954 ~ 2011

Daughter   *   Wife   *   Mother   *   Angel

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on Her Birthday . . .

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now Hope flies eternal

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She is known to antiquity as Pandora, and upon whose shoulders rest all the ills of mankind, that were all once held in a box of Her timeless remorse, and unlocked with the key of Her feminine curiosity . . . though still a box so built by Her own father’s hand, the self-serving ruse of a devious and deceitful liar, and to lay the shame, upon some lesser God’s name, and all to avenge, the gift of fire . . .

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from A StoryTeller’s Dream  

Book III  The Diamond – The Fourth DoveTail – The Secret of Prisms

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on a Sandpiper’s Watch

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all he ever wanted

 (  to find the write words  )

 

   

 

     to make the whole world smile,  at once . . .

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all the way from Memphis . . .

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perchance, to Dream

( at The Sight, of Resolute )

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Flamei

and when the last t was dotted,

and the very last i was crossed,

the where was what Ever had plotted,  but,

the why,  Always,  came at too high a cost,

and still the ibis had flown,  all across Heaven alone,

to watch our own Fields of Clover,  now sail on past,

and a great weight she had borne,  a crown of roses without a thorn,

      and oh yes to tell us,  the rape of Innocence,  was finally over,  at last . . .

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