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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in The Eyes of Solace

 

 

In The Wake,  of Devotion

(  RiverWalk  )

  

 

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 Reason,  without The Shelter of Compassion . . . 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 Kindness . . . Her Eyes catch a glimpse of Love,  Again,  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 toward Her,  stands Tomorrow,  bound to The Deck of a Ship,  called EverMore . . .

 

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and There,  into The Arms of Grace,  go I . . .

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Fourth DoveTale – The Secret of Prisms

 

 

 

and The Choreography of Stars

 

 

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The Cliffs,  of Andromeda

 (  Perseus’ Pursuit  )

 

 

 

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        will nEver begin to embrace The Very Magnitude,  of Your Devotion,

        until I capture the true Meaning,  insighed Your EverLasting Heart,

        and for as long as We breathe the same Air,  for as long as We

        awaken to the same Sun,  as long as We listen to the same

        Silence,  as One,  I will walk,  in The Comfort of knowing

        The Paths I follow,  among The Galaxies of Your Eyes,

        will Always lead Me,  Home,  to The Very Point,  of U . . .

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

 

 

 

The Echo

 

 

The Echo

 

 

On This Day,  there shall come a Sound,  soft and slow,  yet with an enduring Rhythm,  rising as Golden Wind,  to capture The Souls of all Men,  and to embrace The Hearts of all Women . . . from This Moment on,  until All Moments fade,  The Sound shall be known,  as The Breath of Angels . . .

Now,  Alone Together,  with The Fire of Life in Your Eyes,  You will stand with Hearts as One,  and talk,  of Days to Come . . .

The Voyage is upon You . . . place Your Hand in Each Other’s, and feel The Dream,  The Desire,  and The Devotion . . . Your Hearts will surge with joyous Anticipation,  as You navigate The Oceans of Promise and Fulfillment . . . You are to become The Treasure of All Dreams,  for if You laced Each Moment of Your Lives Together,  with fine Silver Thread,  more Precious would They be,  than a Web of Pearls . . .

A Bond of Freedom is forged,  to explore YourSelves through Each Other . . . Every Moment shared,  is a Testament of Faith . . . in Your Purpose,  Your Path,  and Your Passion . . . Together, You will grow,  and harvest All that Life’s Bounty has to surrender . . . and A Bridge of Gold awaits,  crossing One Hand to One Hand,  One Heart to Another,  Two become One,  and One,  is Always for Ever . . .

Imagine a Place,  where it Rains only when You Wish,  and Wishes come True only when You Smile . . . or of moving a Mountain of Shadows from Your Heart,  with just a Touch . . . or of searching The Heavens for The Truth that lies within You . . . or of gazing into The Center of this Most Blessed Union,  for The Light that Always shines There . . . Imagine Love . . .

And Tomorrow,  in The Final Pages of Your Story,  when The End is just A Beginning,  You will sit, Once More,  with Hearts as One,  and talk,  of Days Gone By . . .

 

 

from A StoryTeller’s Dream ( Dream I ) The Third DoveTale – The Gates of Dawn