Life, beyond The Pale

The Promise,  of Hope

 (  My Whirled  )

 

 

 

 

and to So,  there It

 was,  and,  to Remember,  It was told,

      of An Echo,  once born,  from The Deis of Old . . .

 and  for every Tear cried in The Name of The Dove,

      then for Ever there will reign,  a mighty Sea of Love . . .

 and out beyond The Reach this Voice did roam,

 to tell The Story of A Place,  He will

       Always call,  Home . . .

  

 

(  a pale blue Gem,  in a dark velvet Sky  )

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from Book I, The Ring ( First Light ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Rock of Patience

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