The Point, of The Sword, of Truth
as Blessings know,
it is Always at Times like this,
when I Again open The Door to This Place,
after a long Day’s surrender, under the Night’s velvet Sky,
when I happen upon The Peace of Your Stories, a Promenade of Words, >
crafted as though Perfection were well within Your Grasp,
as if Your Thoughts were Heralds of Hope,
whispering of Imminent and
EverLasting Grace . . .
from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Second DoveTale – The Sea of Glass