and The First, know well . . .

.

.

.

The Gift,  of Faith

( A Season’s Ring )

and,  as the

Whisper of Winter’s Breath,

carries the last leaves of Autumn

far from the loving Arms of Home,

away,  to golden Fields of Our Past,

and lesser Days cast a longer shadow

upon all that might have been,  remember

always,  that Hope flies eternal,  and Wishes born

in the Prayers of Children,  live on in The Hearts of Angels,

as their Dreams,  walking hand in hand with God’s Grace,  become

the Spirit of Promises to keep,  for the Joys of all they can be,

lie waiting,  in The Eyes,  of

      Tomorrow . . .

.

.

.

may Christmas find U all,  wrapped in The Presence,  of Peace on Earth . . .

.

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what no one Ever knew . . .

and what no one would Always remember . . .

 

June 10th, 2010

 

 

 

and on This Day

( there came a Sound )

 

One thousand and ninety-six mornings ago, we awoke in an altogether different place, in an altogether different time, with an altogether different path laid out before us . . . while the accommodations were not the best, nor were the immediate vicinities on anyone’s most favorite destinations, we were neither worried nor did we care about such trivial things . . . for our particular journey was not prescribed upon any map, nor chosen through the clicks of search engines, nor suggested by any once and former traveler familiar with where we were destined to go . . . just a general sense of where our lives were bound, and an overall hope that we would certainly find such a place that coincided with our dreams, and a rare and wondrous feeling of adventure, combined with a devil-may-care attitude dwelling within our hearts, that no matter where the road might lead us, we were surely to find our way home . . .

and home, was an unknown, unexpected, yet undeniable understanding that was born from the strength of togetherness itself, and it all began because two particular and purposeful people had fallen in Love . . . and it was this Love that bound our spirits and held our wings aloft, as we circled endlessly, embraced in a sapphired sky, high above the vast and verdant terrain that would one day become the pinnacle of our desire, to build a castle nestled in the clouds, and close enough to Heaven that even the Stars would move aside, to allow this great and glorious dream a chance to become one with our lives . . .

and after wandering over what seemed like every hill and every dale, strewn across every mountain and all their majesty, we finally found our place on top of the world . . . and over the course of the next three years, after facing each and every obstacle that came our way, each and every circumstance designed to impede our progress, each and every drop of blood and sweat drawn from our unstoppable faith, each and every tear of uncertainty shed in our unfailing hope of fulfillment, at long last, our dream has come so near to fruition . . . and still, after conquering each trail and mastering every tribulation, we now face more uncertainty than ever before, and not yet knowing happiness, and we have yet to find peace . . .

and these, are the things I wish to address, if only to put them in their place, if only to let U know that I care so deeply that they weigh so heavily upon our collective soul, if only to assure U that these, too, shall be overcome, and, if only to tell U that this is not what I ever had in mind for us to endure . . . never imagining the immense and seemingly endless financial burdens placed upon your shoulders most of all, those that U have quietly borne without complaint, and the myriad of sacrifices U have made without grievance, of missing friends and missed opportunities, and the ever-present shroud of not knowing what is to come of our future here . . .

and no matter what we attempt, no matter where we try, and no matter how much we deserve a respite from the pressures of living with the sum of our choices, I stand before U, in awe, and to give thanks, for not only your solid and steadfast belief in this dream, and therefore in me, and always in us, but in the quality and blessing of your amazing courage, determination, and patience, without which, the ~who we are~ and the ~why we are~ would never have survived . . .

and while I know these words do not do much to allay our fears, or put food on our table, or ensure that the lights will continue to burn in our windows, it is all I have to give U, and ever from my heart, as they have been from our beginning, and yet so bitter-sweetly ironic that they were the primary spark from which this dream was ignited so long ago . . . and all born from the undying hope that keeps my spirit alive, that one day, I might lay at your feet, a life where each and every promise I have made to U, whether spoken or imagined, is allowed to be fulfilled, and thus completing the task I was put on this Earth to do, by the Hand of a God so incredibly and blessedly compassionate enough, to have granted me the supreme honor of being chosen, to be the one, to try . . .

on This, and every Birthday, U will ever know . . .

 

 

 

 

 

walking, in Memphis

 

 

 

On Passing,  On

(  The Knowledge  )

 

 

We follow Our Paths,  Our Dreams,  Our Desires,

to search for Meaning,  where ever Journeys go,

when in fact We are All just waiting for The End,

     because for Always,  We are just dying,  to know . . .

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

The Bells, of WoeBeGone

 

 

 

The Gift,  of Faith

  (  A Season’s Ring  )

and,  as The

Whisper of Winter’s Breath,

carries the Last Leaves of Autumn,

Far,  from The Loving Arms of Home,

away to Golden Fields of Our Memory,

and lesser Days,  cast a longer Shadow,

upon All that Might Have Been,  remember

Always,  that Hope flies Eternal,  and Wishes born

in The Prayers of Children,  live On in The Hearts of Angels,

as Their Dreams,  walking Hand in Hand with God’s Grace,  become

The Spirit of Promises to Keep,  for The Joys of All They can Be,

ly waiting,  in The Eyes,  of

     Tomorrow . . .

 

 

 

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