a light the darkness fears the most

 

 

Flame

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and from the mists and the myths of our collective folklore, for we are

all born under the same sun, comes a whisper of a way in which 

this spirit might rise again, through our thoughts, 

      our voices, our portrayals, of our yesterdays . . .

so our dreams, our desires, our hopes, 

our prayers, shall be brought forth,

where everything is illuminated,

around and through a simple

      yet timeless element . . .

      a spark, a flame, a ball, of light . . .

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from The Voyage of Kings ~ A StoryTeller’s Dream

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the Song, and the Dance

 

 

Convincing otherWise

(  to Reason  )

 

 

He looked out,  across a Sea of Faces,  One by One,  to find

Each holding a Passion,  a Purpose,  and a Promise,

and Each prepared to blame The Next,  for

      The Failures,  of The One,  before . . .

We want Understanding,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unSpoken,

We want Forgiveness,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unSeen,

We want Love,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unHeard,

because All They had forgotten to remember,  was that

Patience,  Tolerance,  Acceptance and Compassion

were NoWhere,  to be found,  among All that had

      Ever remained,  and Always,  to be left behind . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Pillar of Truth

 

 

 

Ever standing, behind The Sun

 

 

A Rush,  of Wings

(  A Flock,  of Grace  )

 

 

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so

Joy

took

Them

by The

Hand,  and

softly,  spoke to

Their Hearts,  of All

Things Dear,  All Things

lying in wait,  for just a Breath

of Kindness,  of Truth,  of Passion,

and She told Them,  of The Promise,

for Every Tear cried,  in The Name of

The Dove,  so would reign upon

The Earth,  a mighty Sea

      of Love . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The First DoveTale – The Fires of Ice

 

 

 

in a dark velvet Sky

 

 

Imagine,  Eagles

(  in Evan’s Eyes  )

 

 

  

imagine a Place,

 where it Rains only when You wish,

and Wishes come True,  only when You smile,

imagine a Purpose,  when The Moment You realize

where You are going,  shall be remembered Always,

as The Time of Your Life,  and imagine a Passion,

that burns,  with The Light of The Sun,  and

takes a Boy’s Dream and sends It,

      around The Moon . . .

 

 

 

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from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Rock of Patience

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like Cool Water

 

 

 

whether for Love,  or Truth

 

 

 

 or The Wisdom that grows from Both,  it is Our Intimacy with

­OurSelves that defines the Essence of Our Character,  which,

after All,  is The Sum,  of All that We have to give,  to Our Path,

to Our Purpose,  and to Our Passion,  and if We dare to call

 OurSelves Writers,  We must find The Fortitude necessary

within Us,  to illuminate The World around Us,  through

 the endless Pursuit,  and Refinement,  of Our Craft,

yes,  Our Love of Writing,  is Love of Truth, 

and Love of Truth is ultimately,

      The Point . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Destiny of Kings

 

 

The Echo

 

 

The Echo

 

 

On This Day,  there shall come a Sound,  soft and slow,  yet with an enduring Rhythm,  rising as Golden Wind,  to capture The Souls of all Men,  and to embrace The Hearts of all Women . . . from This Moment on,  until All Moments fade,  The Sound shall be known,  as The Breath of Angels . . .

Now,  Alone Together,  with The Fire of Life in Your Eyes,  You will stand with Hearts as One,  and talk,  of Days to Come . . .

The Voyage is upon You . . . place Your Hand in Each Other’s, and feel The Dream,  The Desire,  and The Devotion . . . Your Hearts will surge with joyous Anticipation,  as You navigate The Oceans of Promise and Fulfillment . . . You are to become The Treasure of All Dreams,  for if You laced Each Moment of Your Lives Together,  with fine Silver Thread,  more Precious would They be,  than a Web of Pearls . . .

A Bond of Freedom is forged,  to explore YourSelves through Each Other . . . Every Moment shared,  is a Testament of Faith . . . in Your Purpose,  Your Path,  and Your Passion . . . Together, You will grow,  and harvest All that Life’s Bounty has to surrender . . . and A Bridge of Gold awaits,  crossing One Hand to One Hand,  One Heart to Another,  Two become One,  and One,  is Always for Ever . . .

Imagine a Place,  where it Rains only when You Wish,  and Wishes come True only when You Smile . . . or of moving a Mountain of Shadows from Your Heart,  with just a Touch . . . or of searching The Heavens for The Truth that lies within You . . . or of gazing into The Center of this Most Blessed Union,  for The Light that Always shines There . . . Imagine Love . . .

And Tomorrow,  in The Final Pages of Your Story,  when The End is just A Beginning,  You will sit, Once More,  with Hearts as One,  and talk,  of Days Gone By . . .

 

 

from A StoryTeller’s Dream ( Dream I ) The Third DoveTale – The Gates of Dawn