by The Ring, of Excalibur




The Point,  of The Sword,  of Truth




as Blessings know,

it is Always at Times like this,

when I Again open The Door to This Place,

after a long Day’s surrender,  under the Night’s velvet Sky,

when I happen upon The Peace of Your Stories,  a Promenade of Words,     >

crafted as though Perfection were well within Your Grasp,

as if Your Thoughts were Heralds of Hope,

whispering of Imminent and

EverLasting Grace . . .





from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Second DoveTale – The Sea of Glass