by a Thread, fine and silver

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The View,  from Mirth

(  Held,  Aloft  )

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This World,

a pale blue Gem in a dark Velvet Sky,

where We try,  and We try,  and We try,  Again,

searching for Any and All Things Dear,  and We go On,

     as Ever,  and as Always,  for The Promise,  and The Living . . .

because of Faith,  and because of Reason,  Hope still flies

Eternal,  and Here,  standing among The Stars,  is Love,

waiting,  out beyond The Reach,  past the Broken

Sound,  sumWhere,  between Thanks,

      and Giving . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Pinnacle of Choice