on this Day of Days

 

      to The Brothers,  and Sisters,  in Arms . . .

 

BrothersInArms

 

 

      as the Caissons,  go rolling along,  Ever still . . .

 

 

 

and Glory, rose

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.

.

The Deis, of The Knew

 (  Time, and Space  )

 

 

Always,  Now,

      and Ever clear . . .

.

.

.

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a Paragon, of Virtue

 

 

 

Knowing

(  The Child  )

 

  

lo,

there,

standing,

All His Glory,

with All His Might,

free of Destiny’s Chain,

borne to uphold The Mantle

of Her Dominion,  and The Virtues

of Perfection,  a Legion of Stars awaiting

His Whisper of Justice,  poised on The Edge

of Truth,  His Back to The Universe,  His Sword,

lifted toward Hope,  a River of Tears in His Wake, 

and The Rage of Angels in His Heart,  daring the

dogs of Chaos,  to look in His Eyes,  standing,

for Eternity,  among The Honor,  of Always,

standing,  between Time,  and Space,

is Ever,  gracing The Smile,  on

a Face of An Angel,  by

The Name,  of So

It shall

      Be . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Children of The Clouds

 

 

of Those, come and gone

 

 

of Ages,  and Empires

(  dust,  to dust  )

 

 

 

      because long before Glory,  there was Grace . . .

 

 

 

 

 

to Have, and to Hold

 

 

 

The Cup,  We Runneth Over

 (  Time,  and Rhyme,  Again  )

 

  

 

why Glamour,  has no Gleam,  is because it is covered with Lust,

why Glitter,  has no Depth,  is because it is covered with Rust,

why Glitz,  has no Shine,  is because it is covered with Must,

why Gold,  has no Clarity,  is because it is covered with Dust,

why Hope,  is ever Flying,  is because it was given up for Lost,

why Love,  is never Found,  is because it was given up for Cost,

why Fame,  has no Fortune,  is because it was given up for Spent,

and why Mine,  is not Yours,  is because it was given up for Lent,

and why Glory,  has no Grace,  is for The Price,  We had to Pay,

     and,  why from Here,  to Eternity,  is Ever so Far,  Away . . .

 

 

  

(  “ i swear,  i had nothing to do,  with the crack ”,  said The Sky  )

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Sixth DoveTale – The Grace of Swans

 

 

as The Muse, whispers

 

 

DeiGlow

  

 

­*

just

to sit with You,

in a Corner of The Galaxy,

as We talk,  of All The Days Gone By,

of All Things Dear and nEver Forgotten,  for They

*        are The Pearls,  that grace The Breast,  of Some Time When,­       *

and caress The Thread of The Heart of Shall Be,  Again,

to walk with You,  along The Shores of Heaven,  as

We watch The Glory of Sunrise,  as We choose

The Colors of Sunset,  and paint The Rings

of Friendship around The Stars,  flying

      through The Windows of Our Eyes . . .

*                                                                       *

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Seventh DoveTale – The Breath of Angels

 

 

 

and far beyond The Reach

 

 

In The Arms,  of By and By

 (  The Circle,  is Unbroken,  Still  )

 

 

*

*

*

in

The

Morning

of Love,  Again,

and seen,  Living,  in

The Eyes of a Butterfly,

as told,  by an Iron Horse,

there came from The East,

a great and winged Flyer of

endless Velocity and Grace,

sailing low in The Sky,  aloft

in The Glory of The Sun,  Up 

in The Path of Her Spirit Wind,

moving as Liquid above The Sea,

having flown,  All The Days of Infinity,

having endured the long dark Kiss,  of Night,

the Fire Dove glides to rest upon The Rail of Sighs,

and,  She looks,  out across These Shores of Her Longing, 

remembering a Morning long Ago,  when an Ibis,  born Resolute,

began Her Voyage to Avalon,  bearing This Burden of Destiny’s Heart,

This Crown of Roses,  who Now lays Them,  Here,  at The Feet of Yesterday,

who smiles,  and gazes toward Hope,  who turns,  in Time,  to see A Wink,  dancing

in The Eye of So It Shall Be,  while There,  in The Distance,  rising Up through The Mist,

with a Terrible Beauty,  bound for  Moments Yet to Come,  and a Purpose known only to God,

laughing with The Moon,  goes Ever,

The Last ThunderBird,

     Home . . .

 

 

 

from Book I, The Diamond ( First Light ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Windmills of Eden