carried across untold aeons

 

 

 

as the echo glides through the Universe, it gathers strength from every prayer along the way, for the cloak of darkness will no longer keep it hidden from the heart of All Things Dear, nor hinder it from fulfilling the promise of the return of the Light, of Love, Again . . .

and as the hush of Silence guides its path through the heavens, and the memory of the journey begins to unfold, one by one, the legions of Stars assemble in its wake, to cast their blessing upon the upturned faces, of each and every child, of God . . .

 

 

 

 

 

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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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and Lightning, danced

 

 

A Flock,  of Grace

(  behind The Sun  )

 

  

      *

with *

     *

The Might,  of All Things Dear, 

roaring at The Wind,  as an Echo flowed

through The Corridors of Their Hearts,  as

Each,  with Her Shield of Reason,  spoke,

with One Voice,  a Wave of Thunder, 

as Lions,  and They cried,

      nEvermore . . .

 

 

 

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