sailing The Oceans of Promise







*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

and upon The Return of Ever,

in The Time called Ever Again,

She as Always,  welcomes Him,

for She knows of the Folly of Men,


*    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *    *

They are Those that Always search,

along Paths They have already Been,

They are Those that will Always seek,

what was here before Ever knew When,


*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

She hands Him The Cloak of Simplicity,

and this,  So made for Ever,  She knows,

for within The Cloak,  So wove Her Smile,

that is more lovely than the loveliest Rose,


*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

to Him,  She says,  this is The Cloak of

Simplicity,  wear It,  where Ever You go,

if You doubt the loveliness of My Smile,

turn around,  and Ever will Always know,


She,  in Her Heart,  for Ever dreams,

and in Her Heart,  She Always will,

in Her Eyes,  His Light will shine,

     so for Always,  He is Ever,  Still . . .


from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments

with The Thread, of The Reason Why




The Loom,  of So



 The Weaver,


The Web of Pearls,


The Cloak of Simplicity,


      The Tapestry,  of God’s Heart . . .





from . . . sumWhere deep,  and hard to get to . . . 



and woven, on The Loom of So







Messages,  of the most profound Truth,

      are wrapped,  in The Cloak of Simplicity . . .





 from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound )  The Ninth DoveTale – The Ring of Friendship




The Cloak, of Simplicity



Light,  through Stained Glass

(  WindowPain  )



History,  All too Often,  has forced Us,  to accept that The Words,

spoken by Men,  who say They are from God,  were nEver from God at All,

because when The Words are from God,  Your Heart knows,  from withIn,

     by allowing You to hear,  and to understand,  The Ring,  of Truth . . .





from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fourth DoveTale – The Rail of Sighs



a Tapestry of Grace




of God’s Heart

 (  Web of Pearls  )




as She gathers The Stars about Her,

 and laces Them,  Together,

with fine Silver Thread,

The Universe,  in

All Its Glory,

slowly comes to Rest,

to Watch,  to Witness,  to Wonder,

while Always,  standing at The Loom of So,  quietly,

yet with The Power of Love in Her Hands,  and Diamonds in Her Eyes,

deftly weaves The Truth,  into The Cloak of Simplicity,

smiling,  remembering,  understanding,

All She was,  and All She

will Always be,

      Again . . .





from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments