hallowed, be Thy Name

 

 

Butterfly,  in Her Box of Rain

 

­

 

yes

 There,

Her Majesty,

A Swan of Repose,

as Always,  sitting,  under

 The Wisdom Tree,  playing,  as

soft as Whispers,  The Lyre of Truth,

and as She sways,  Still and On,  moving,

as The Music surrounds Her as liquid,  until

All Her Memories fade into One,  and One is

for Ever,  Again,  and,  There,  in This Place

shared with Hope’s Wish lys Her Haven,

in A Corridor of Her Heart,  where

She embraces His Fire,  and

His Passion,  and

His Glory,

and

 

 

 

 

for

Each Day,

of Infinity’s Reign,

for Every Moment,  She

is held,  Captive,  in Her Well

of Longing,  floating,  on Her Sea of

Innocence,  drifting,  drowning,  dying in

The Sum of All Tears . . . and in The Quick

of A Wink,  and in The Hush of A Promise, 

Her Box,  high on The Mantle of Fortitude,

begins to quiver,  as if to crack from The

Burden of Time,  when,  All at Once,

from Inside,  A Light The Color

of Cyan Skies,  and,  The

Color of The Light,

was Ever’s

      Eyes . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Sixth DoveTail – The Trials of Ecstasy

 

 

­

there upon The Breath of God

 

 

The Spaces,  inSighed,  of Together

 

 

as Wave after Wave,  of Gossamer’d Wing,

came thundeRing,  across The Sky,

while Freedom,  reigned,

among The Pained,

and All before

Remember

       knew of Why . . .

as Angels stood,

from Meadow to Wood,

to welcome The Break of Day,

and What Will Be,  and We Shall See,

     Ever bestow Their Smiles,  to light The Way . . .

  

 

yes,  The ButterFly has come,  and now The Whole is The Sum,  of Each and Every Thing Dear,

     and,  for Ever is The Dei,  She,  has shown Me The Way,  to live,  beyond The Absence,  of Fear . . .

 

 

 from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning )  The Fifth DoveTale – The Circle of Heaven

 

 

 

beyond The Realms of unCertainty

 

The Path,  of Freedom

 (  is The Will,  of Desire  )

 

 

flying,  Up through The Mists,  of Eden,

with The Might of a billion Prayers,  She

lifts Her Eyes,  toward a Pale Blue Gem,

set Far and Away across This Nocturnal

     Sea of God’s Dominion . . .

Rhyme and Reason

are Divinity’s Winds, 

that hold Her Wings Aloft,  as

She ponders the distance from Here, 

      to Eternity,  on The Other Side,  of The Sky . . .

as The Sigh of God softly blows Her ever Onward

She is steadfast in Her Resolve for She carries with Her

The Rose of Friendship,  delicately woven into The Tapestry

      of Her Life,  holding Still in Her Heart,  The Dreams of Avalon . . .

for She,  is a Butterfly of Uncommon Beauty,  and a Monarch,  of

Peerless Grace,  and as StarLight blankets Her Path,  beginning Her

Grand and Glorious Voyage to The Sun,  She turns Again to face The Day, 

and sees,  a Flock,  of Ten Thousand

      More . . .

 

 

 

Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Cliffs of Andromeda

 

 

and far beyond The Reach

 

 

In The Arms,  of By and By

 (  The Circle,  is Unbroken,  Still  )

 

 

*

*

*

in

The

Morning

of Love,  Again,

and seen,  Living,  in

The Eyes of a Butterfly,

as told,  by an Iron Horse,

there came from The East,

a great and winged Flyer of

endless Velocity and Grace,

sailing low in The Sky,  aloft

in The Glory of The Sun,  Up 

in The Path of Her Spirit Wind,

moving as Liquid above The Sea,

having flown,  All The Days of Infinity,

having endured the long dark Kiss,  of Night,

the Fire Dove glides to rest upon The Rail of Sighs,

and,  She looks,  out across These Shores of Her Longing, 

remembering a Morning long Ago,  when an Ibis,  born Resolute,

began Her Voyage to Avalon,  bearing This Burden of Destiny’s Heart,

This Crown of Roses,  who Now lays Them,  Here,  at The Feet of Yesterday,

who smiles,  and gazes toward Hope,  who turns,  in Time,  to see A Wink,  dancing

in The Eye of So It Shall Be,  while There,  in The Distance,  rising Up through The Mist,

with a Terrible Beauty,  bound for  Moments Yet to Come,  and a Purpose known only to God,

laughing with The Moon,  goes Ever,

The Last ThunderBird,

     Home . . .

 

 

 

from Book I, The Diamond ( First Light ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Windmills of Eden

 

 

IllumiNations

 

 

Heaven’s Brightest Moment

(  of All  )

 

soft,  and slow, 

 amidst a ConstanSea of Purpose, 

evolving,  unfolding,  as does The ButterFly,

gracefully emerging from The Mists of WoeBeGone,

to Watch,  and

to Witness,

This Night,

fade Away

into Never,

and regard

This Dawn

of Man,  on

 His first Flight

beyond The Realms

of Folly,  and soaring Well,

     and Deep,  into His Change,  of Heart . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice