that once and glorious Because

 

 

 

she had never known a feeling such as this before . . . the midsummer’s eve of her life, up to this moment, had left her wanting, had left the bittersweet taste of regret, of seas not sailed, of horizons not found, and tomorrows not lived . . . and of love once glimpsed, once touched, once embraced, but now, as elusive as the fragrance of roses, there, yet not seen, there, yet not felt, only a whisper, and not quite a promise . . .

the fruits of her labors were abundant, and her memories lasting and long-savored . . . her family, her home, her husband, her son, all were precious jewels in the richness of her life, the elements of a contentment that once shone like a crown . . . but all were becoming the faded images in the portrait of her soul, like the dust of an age lying quietly on the windowsills of Yesterday, like blue-gray ivy adorning the walls of her mind, like phantoms, like butterflies, weaving through the empty corridors of her heart . . .

 

 

from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream  The Kiss, of Always

 

 

 

The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller's Dream

 

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found lying on a stairway from Heaven

 

 

All for The Wrong’s Reason

(Angels,  fell)

 

 

far, far ago, an Angel named Bright Morning Star, after quite long and careful thought, decided one day to ask God a simple question . . . Father, what is the purpose for which I will never be allowed to see Your face ? . . .

and after a grand and glorious deliberation with Himself, while pouring over all of The Whys and all of The Wherefores in His great Book of Deeds, after gathering each bit of memorandum from His voluminous Catalog of Intent, and certainly but diligently checking the minutes of His deeply inspired and ageless Magnitude, God soon discovered, that there was no answer . . .

and in order to keep The Meaning of Life fully intact, and to preserve a never-ending River of Souls to tend to the multitude of His affairs, and, so as not to keep an Angel waiting for far too long a time while in the very throes of discontent, God quickly decides to forestall any decision on the matter, and promptly issues a decree that hereby states . . . that any Angel, who henceforth demonstrates a complete and profound deficiency in the faith I never gave them, will be subject to spending an eternity living on a place called Earth, wondering why . . .

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because The Wind, knows The Way

 

 

A Forest,  for The Tree

 

 

 

We ask OurSelves,  Each and Every Day,  whether or naught The Paths We choose are pointing in The Right Direction,  or if The Reasons for going There,  are Those that will provide Us with a closer Look toward The Who and What We are,  and perhaps a clearer Understanding,  of The Where and Why of Our Destination . . .

more Often as Naught,  We do This because We believe in Our Inner Voice,  that tells Us We are a Part of some invisible Whole,  drawing Us closer to The Inevitable Sum,  where We will One Day arrive at Our Purpose within The Meaning of Life,  and Our Place,  within The Tapestry,  of This Grand Design . . .

as We journey Onward,  Some of Us,  will follow The Path trusting in Our Heads,  and Some,  will answer only to Our Hearts,  leaving All The Rest,  to find The Balance,  in The Space Between . . . yet,  regardless of where The Echo might originate within Us,  or if We Ever take The Time to even listen,  rest Assured,  It is Our Souls that will,  ultimately,  answer The Call . . .

still,  there is SumThing quite extraOrdinary,  that Each and Every Soul is bound to enCounter,  by The Grace of God,  as We walk along The Way . . . and That,  is The Existence,  of One who holds The Completeness,  and therefore holds The FullFillMeant,  of AnOther . . . A Companion,  A Friend,  A Lover,  A Mate,  of Our Very Own Soul . . .

and So,  My Dearest One,  It is naught by Chance,  or even by Circumstance,  that This Very Soul of Mine,  after All These Years,  and All These Tears,  has finally come Home,  to The Very Point,  of U . . .

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

walking, in Memphis

 

 

 

On Passing,  On

(  The Knowledge  )

 

 

We follow Our Paths,  Our Dreams,  Our Desires,

to search for Meaning,  where ever Journeys go,

when in fact We are All just waiting for The End,

     because for Always,  We are just dying,  to know . . .

 

 

 

 from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Third DoveTale – The Rail of Sighs

 

 

 

held, in a Box, of Reign

 

 

 

Pandora’s Promise

(  to Return  )

 

 

 

without The Eyes of Patience,  You cannot see,

and to know Tolerance,  is to know,  All Else,

Acceptance is an Act in The Play of Grace, 

The Reward,  is The Art of Compassion,

Compassion weds Understanding so

Forgiveness,  The Child of Both,  is

The Meadow,  where grows The

Flower of Love,  and Love,

is The Meaning of Life,

The Virtue,  of Your

Universal Heart,

as The Quality

of Your Life is

measured,  by Living,  Loving,

     Learning,  Laughing,  and Lasting . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Whisper of Fulfillment

 

 

 

In The Realms of Because

 

 

 All for The Wrong’s Reason

(  Angels,  fell  )

 

 

far,  far Ago,  an Angel named Bright Morning Star,  after quite long and careful Thought,  decided one Day to ask God a simple Question,  Father,  what is The Purpose,  for which,  I will nEver be allowed to see Your Face ? . . .

and after a grand and glorious Deliberation with HimSelf,  while pouring over All of The Whys and All of The WhereFores in His Great Book of Deeds,  after gathering each Bit of Memoranda from His voluminous Catalogue of Intent,   and certainly but diligently checking The Minutes of His deeply inspired and ageless Magnitude,  God soon discovered,  that there was,  no Answer . . . and in order to keep The Meaning of Life fully intact,  and to preserve a nEverEnding River of Souls to tend to The Multitude of His Affairs,  and,  so as not to keep an Angel waiting for far too long a Time,  in the very Throes of His Discontent,   God quickly decides to forestall any Decision on The Matter,  and promptly issues a Decree,  that hereby states . . . that any Angel,  who henceForth demonstrates a complete and profound Deficiency in The Faith I never gave Them,  will be subject to spending an Eternity,   living on a Place called Earth,  wondering why . . .

 

 

 

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