to The Brothers, and Sisters, in Arms . . .
as the Caissons, go rolling along, Ever still . . .
gives up Her Promise
to the Day, go forth, become,
and be One with God’s bless’d Intent,
be swift, be sure, be smart, be strong, yes
be the Purpose for which all your Courage is lent,
from your eyes, your heart, your soul’s reason why,
pours your Grace, as from Heaven, sent,
and in the absence of fear, join
with All Things Dear,
hold of what your
dreams, have Always meant . . .
and to an Angel, named Havana, who ’caused’ these words into being . . .
of All the Days, and All the Ways, We have stood in each Other’s sight, as Friends,
those Days, were surely the Best Days, as My Heart so warmly contends,
and when these Memories speak of Fondness, and of a Woman’s
Essence, that only Angels could ever deserve to boast, it is
Your Courage, as a Quality, that I so admire the most . . .
( A Monarch, of peerless Grace )
rising, up through The Mists of unCertainty,
breaking Free, of the Long Dark Kiss of Night,
unfurling a glorious wing’d Tapestry of The Colors
of Humanity . . . Each Hue and Cry, of Days, gone by,
gently streaming, in the brilliant Abundance, of Her Wake . . .
every Sight, and every Sound, quietly gathers in A Symphony
of Moments yet to be, while a Host of Stars slowly come to rest,
to witness, and to wonder, of The Courage, about to lay ItSelf
down upon The Land, and Yes, upon The Follies, of Man . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Shield of Courage
( Tatia’s Dream )
and Now, a tumultuous Year is nigh coming to a close,
one that held many Chances and CircumStances,
some Within, some Without, and some,
so very far Beyond, Our Control . . .
We are left to reassemble or rebuild Each of
the Pieces of Our Lives that best mirror The Pattern,
or The Purpose, of The Plan, and Our Place, within It All . . .
some of Us face Tasks or Trials that challenge, while Others,
face the same Troubles, with nary a Blink of an Eye . . . and still,
there are Those that never even bother to notice The Light of Day . . .
through it All, there are Those, that meet what is dealt to Them
with extraordinary Courage, unextinguishable Hope, while
teaching All of Us, exactly what Faith, is All about . . .
They, lead Us, by Example . . .
They, honor Us, with Kindness . . .
They, shelter Us, with Foregiveness . . .
They, Always reveal to Us, The Very Meaning of Life, and how to live It, and how to cherish Every
Moment of Every Day, with a Spirit borne of knowing of just how precious, Every Moment, can be . . .
from Book I, The Ring ( First Light) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Passion of Innocence
written to, and for, some very dear Friends, on December 24th, 2002
( She Soars )
She watches The FireFlies
chasing Away The Edge of Night,
It’s Long Dark Kiss nEver to pierce
or plague The Very Hearts of Men,
and what Women once Were,
They will Be, Again . . .
and Far, Far
is Her Iron Horse,
SteadFast, and Resolute,
with His Eyes Ever on The Prize,
and His Heart, Ever bound by a Thread
so Fine, and Silver, to The Wing’d Wonder
now dancing with The Wind, high above Him,
and to Whom, He gazes so fondly, and returns
The Smile She has flown an entire Sky to find,
and He whispers to Her, with a Voice of
singular Courage and Grace,
whereEver U may go, and whatEver U may do,
The Meaning of My Life, is for Always, loving U,
yet, no Matter how Far, from Me, U care to roam,
know that My Heart will be waiting, for as Long as
My Heart, is Your Home . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Whisper of Fullfilment