Clouds, and All
( right where They should be )
then, as Once, Again,
and The Eyes of Heaven
embrace the Stillness,
to gaze upon
a Man,
One
with no
name or number,
with No Doubt, of His
Purpose, with No Rest,
to call His Own, on
His Knees,
in
His Dory,
The Stars, Above
and Below Him, well
beyond The Reach, of
Men, and Machine,
Ever rowing,
toward
His,
and All
Forgiveness . . .
* * * *
and while The Legion of Stars
quietly ponder His Intent, in The Presence of Their Grace,
listening to The Sigh of an Echo in His Wake, They see a Place called Earth,
slowly turning to greet The Day, and yet pulled by The Fine, and Silver Thread, of His Heart . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Cliffs of Andromeda