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no matter the Trial or Tribulation laid down upon Your Path of Living,
whether by Chance or Circumstance, another’s Need or dire Design,
a Hallmark of Your singular destination is to embrace Understanding,
before U can ever truly regard, the softly smiling Eyes, of Forgiveness . . .
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( Sum It, and Ever Rest )
The Pinnacles of Your ImagiNation,
rise to The Majesty, of Your Reach . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Pillar of Truth
yes
There,
Her Majesty,
A Swan of Repose,
as Always, sitting, under
The Wisdom Tree, playing, as
soft as Whispers, The Lyre of Truth,
and as She sways, Still and On, moving,
as The Music surrounds Her as liquid, until
All Her Memories fade into One, and One is
for Ever, Again, and, There, in This Place
shared with Hope’s Wish lys Her Haven,
in A Corridor of Her Heart, where
She embraces His Fire, and
His Passion, and
His Glory,
and
for
Each Day,
of Infinity’s Reign,
for Every Moment, She
is held, Captive, in Her Well
of Longing, floating, on Her Sea of
Innocence, drifting, drowning, dying in
The Sum of All Tears . . . and in The Quick
of A Wink, and in The Hush of A Promise,
Her Box, high on The Mantle of Fortitude,
begins to quiver, as if to crack from The
Burden of Time, when, All at Once,
from Inside, A Light The Color
of Cyan Skies, and, The
Color of The Light,
was Ever’s
Eyes . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Sixth DoveTail – The Trials of Ecstasy
( and Arms Wide Open )
She
moves
as Liquid,
through Each
and Every Corridor
of My Hope-weary Heart,
bathing This Desert of Longing
in Her Sweet Waters of FullFillMeant . . .
and All The While, flowing, SumWhere
within Reach of All Things Dear, gliding
between A Wink, and A Promise, and
wrapped in The Sounds, of Her
Amazing Grace,
are
The Very Words
I have walked The Millennia to
hear, flying Now, like Diamonds, across
this UniVerse, between She and Me, through a Crack in
The Sky, into The Tear in My Eye, yes to herald The Reign, of Joy . . .
and with a Voice borne inside The Breath of Eternity, pouring Forth, from
The Panorama of Her Smile, and as I bow My Head in The Presence of Her
Majesty, She raises Her lovely Hands, and lifts My Face toward The Light
of All Creation, and then, She whispers, WellCome Home, Angel . . .
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments
and far, far away, in a Land of Endless Grace, with a Night of Ten
Thousand Suns, The Eyes of Heaven cease Their Vigil, to witness, and to
wonder of this Promenade of Eden, this Choreography of Paradise . . .
and with The Majesty of Swans, The Mother of Dawn slowly raises
Her Hand to brush the tears from Her Face, and nods Her Head . . .
The Angelic Warrior, Soldier of Virtue, without name or number,
gracefully turns His Mien of Valor to face His Legion of Stars, Her
Children of The Clouds . . . scanning the Night Sky, on His Boots of
Yellow Fire, with The Power of Infinite Love, thundering as The Roar
of Lions through His Soul, He lifts His Sword of Truth, and points toward
Destiny, a brilliant blue Planet of The Sea, and, as a Golden Wind, as an Echo,
He whispers . . .
* * *
The Light, of The Millennia,
cast, from a Distant Fire,
roam, It will, for Ever,
The Path, of My Desire . . .
* * *
and The Light of a Candle,
borne from The Heart of a Child,
borne from a Sea of Glass, reflects
on His gleaming Blade of Honor, and
flies through The Windows, of Her Eyes . . .
and, as if The Skies of Heaven were to crack
from the Intensity of Her Love, She smiles, Again . . .
and within The Time of A Wink, and The Gift of A Promise,
The Chariots of The Sun fly away on Her twighlight Path, spiriting Them,
Guardians All, on Their Voyage to The Sea, a Voyage of Kings, on Her River, of Light . . .
from Book I, The Ring ( First Light) The Sixth DoveTale – The Grace of Swans ( conversion )
and
from Book III, The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Whisper of Fulfillment
