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 standing, among Giants

 

 

 

The Eve,  of Deliverance

(  Tatia’s Dream  )

 

  

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and Now,  a tumultuous Year is nigh coming to a close,

one that held many Chances and CircumStances,

some Within,  some Without,  and some,

     so very far Beyond,  Our Control . . .

We are left to reassemble or rebuild Each of

the Pieces of Our Lives that best mirror The Pattern,

      or The Purpose,  of The Plan,  and Our Place,  within It All . . .

some of Us face Tasks or Trials that challenge,  while Others,

face the same Troubles,   with nary a Blink of an Eye . . . and still,

      there are Those that never even bother to notice The Light of Day . . .

through it All,  there are Those,  that meet what is dealt to Them

with extraordinary Courage,  unextinguishable Hope,  while

      teaching All of Us,  exactly what Faith,  is All about . . .

      They,  lead Us,  by Example . . .

      They,  honor Us,  with Kindness . . .

      They,  shelter Us,  with Foregiveness . . .

They,  Always reveal to Us,  The Very Meaning of Life,  and how to live It,  and how to cherish Every

      Moment of Every Day,  with a Spirit borne of knowing of just how precious,  Every Moment,  can be . . .

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Passion of Innocence

 

written to,  and for,  some very dear Friends,  on December 24th,  2002

 

 

upon Our upTurned Faces

 

 

The Sky,  in Autumn’s Dream

  

 

 

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*      *

*           *

*                 *

*                          *

*                                       *

*                where,  from                *

The Arms,  of Hope,  and The Blessing,  of

Faith,  flew The Wrens of Ever,  Ten Thousand All,

Each with The Memories of EveryThing Dear,  and Each,

with a Ribbon of Forgiveness,  when in The Rush of Wings

came a Voice of Quiet Thunder,  and Whispers of Horses

echoing across The Universe like The Breath of God,

and in One Word,  came One Wish,  Love,

      and It was So . . .

  

 

 

and from Sumwhere inside the very First Tear to caress

      The Face of Joy,  came The Fall,  of The Reign,  of Night . . .

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

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

 

 

 

behold The Might of Titans

 

 

Pageant,  of Lilies

(  GloryPath  )

  

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with Her Eyes,  on Refinement,

Form assumes a proper Place,

followed so closely by Function,

as Elegance decides the Pace,

and there,  between The Lines,

is Honor,  in Hope’s Embrace,

as Fortitude begins the Dance,

while Patience tends Her Lace,

yet,  Last and ForeMost to see,

Dawn’s Light adorn Her Face,

The Angel of Beauty,  walking,

     in The Wake,  of God’s Grace . . .

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams

 

 

there, on The IcanSea

 

 

East,  Her

 

 

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as a Deep and EverLasting Hush began to blanket The Universe,

and Silence,  slowly turned to face The Crimson Sky, 

There,  between The Sand and The Foam,

There,  between The Reason,

and The Look in

The Eye of Because,

There,  in The Space,

between Hope and

FullFillMeant,

      came The Dawn . . .

as She rises,  a Golden Wind,

moving,  as Liquid,  through The Very Hearts

of Men,  dancing as One among The Women

of Her Soul,  shining Her Light

upon The Smiles,  of

All Things Dear,

     came The Dawn . . .

as Each,  of The Three

White Dolphins,  pulling Now,  with

All of Their Might,  a Thread so Fine and Silver,

lay Their Eyes,  upon The gListening Shores of Avalon,

     while The Trumpets blow,  so soft and slow,  came The Dawn . . .

and just as The Roar of The Wings of 10,000 Butterflies begin to fade toward The Arms of Remember,

 and The Angel of Forgiveness steps down from Her Chariot of Light,  pouring HerSelf over The Garden,

and,  while The Laughter of Children

rose Up,  to kiss The Break of Dei,

      came The Dawn,  of Love,  Again . . .

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Fourth DoveTale – The Secret of Prisms

 

 

 

by The Light of an August Moon

 

 

 

Her AbundanSea

 

 

 

The Angel of Happiness,  sails Her Vessel,

 across The Oceans of Promise,  over

endless Waters of Tomorrow,

in search,  of The Place,

where Wishes,  ride

Horses,  as Stars

never Fall,  and

Candles,  are lit,

For Ever,  and On,

The Place where Hope and

Pray,  dance with Fulfillment,  and

May Be sings to Come What Might,

yet,  Always,  and for Most,  You

can only see Her standing at

The Rail of Sighs,  as

You wait,  on

The Shores

of Longing,  for

You can only embrace

this elusive Angel,  while She colors

      The Corridors of Your Heart,  with The Air,  of Content . . .

 

 

from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Sixth DoveTale – The Trials of Ecstasy