when all had been said, when all had been done . . .

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In The Wake,  of Devotion

 ( Widows Walk )

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She looks,  out across the Millennia,  out across an endless path of winter,  in the hope of finding one Day’s respite from sorrow,  worn,  as She wears Her faith,  with the courage of Titans . . .

and deep within Her Heart,  lies Patience,  hiding from the folly of men . . . for they would steal from Her,  all they can never understand,  and they would bury Her,  under all they can never know . . .

and She will carry Her burden through the Ages,  as She,  as Always,  has done,  without the comfort of Solace,  without the shelter of Kindness . . . for in this She stands alone,  listening to The Ring of Truth,  telling Her of all that might have been . . .

and slowly,  She turns toward Yesterday,  and smiles,  as Her Children of The Clouds gather before Her,  to bathe within Her Abundance . . . and Her Eyes catch a glimpse of Wisdom,  as She lays upon Her twilight Path,  from Her Basket of Knowledge,  the Tears that became Stars,  long ago . . .

and in the time of a Wink and a Promise,  She forgives all that came before,  as She walks beside Remember,  there along The River of Souls . . . and in the distance,  drifting in the swells that would soon make quiet thunder upon Her Shore,  anchored to a beachhead of impossible Moments yet to come,  stands Fate,  bound to the deck of a Ship,  called Evemore . . .

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and there,  across a Sea of Glass,  walks The Reason Why . . .

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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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in a Cascade, of Bells

 

 

 

The First,  know Well

( of a Silent Knight )

and There

behind The Will,  of God,

stands The Paragon of All Creation,

whose Endeavor,  is to grace Our Lives,

to flow through Us,  in Great and Glorious

Waves of Abundance,  to bathe Our Hearts in

Wondrous Contemplation,  of a Peace,  on Earth,

       for Ever . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Third DoveTale – The Flame of Desire

 

 

A LuminEssence

 

 

 

as The Days,  enfold The Night

 (  by The Light,  of The Sons  )

  

 

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Here,  in The BrotherHood of Man,  what matters Most

is The Synchronicity between The Mind,  and The Heart,

and The Endeavors born from The Fruit of that process,

yet there is Nothing more Significant,  than when these

Aspects are so cultivated within The Realm of Purpose,

and whose Abundance is measured,  not by The Yield,

     but in The Quality of The Soil,  from which It has grown . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Children of The Clouds