when all had been said, when all had been done . . .




In The Wake,  of Devotion

 ( Widows Walk )



She looks,  out across the Millennia,  out across an endless path of winter,  in the hope of finding one Day’s respite from sorrow,  worn,  as She wears Her faith,  with the courage of Titans . . .

and deep within Her Heart,  lies Patience,  hiding from the folly of men . . . for they would steal from Her,  all they can never understand,  and they would bury Her,  under all they can never know . . .

and She will carry Her burden through the Ages,  as She,  as Always,  has done,  without the comfort of Solace,  without the shelter of Kindness . . . for in this She stands alone,  listening to The Ring of Truth,  telling Her of all that might have been . . .

and slowly,  She turns toward Yesterday,  and smiles,  as Her Children of The Clouds gather before Her,  to bathe within Her Abundance . . . and Her Eyes catch a glimpse of Wisdom,  as She lays upon Her twilight Path,  from Her Basket of Knowledge,  the Tears that became Stars,  long ago . . .

and in the time of a Wink and a Promise,  She forgives all that came before,  as She walks beside Remember,  there along The River of Souls . . . and in the distance,  drifting in the swells that would soon make quiet thunder upon Her Shore,  anchored to a beachhead of impossible Moments yet to come,  stands Fate,  bound to the deck of a Ship,  called Evemore . . .


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and there,  across a Sea of Glass,  walks The Reason Why . . .




and Rivers find The Sea




when ZanaDew, Falls




while Because echoed Silence, Her Truth surfaced there, within Her Sigh,

      to breathe Life into Her Tomorrows,  and Kindness,  in Her Reasons Why . . .




there, on The Pinnacle of Choice


and Windows are but Seas of Glass



Imagine, walking through the corridors within you that comprise the essence of your heart, and therefore becoming the sanctuary of the very place where your soul resides.

From this simple act of defining a center of your self, now imagine the depth and breadth of your absolute significance within the grand and glorious design that caused such a remarkable occurrence, or presence, that whispers of understanding the magnitude of your purpose inside the All of it.

Visualize this presence as a sacred dwelling, a divinely inspired manse of awesome and stunning proportions, and far beyond your awakening consciousness to yet fully appreciate, and which now corresponds to the endless array of possibilities that await each and every notion that comes to mind.

For you,  are a most singular aspect, of the magnitude and majesty of Everything, as extraordinary as the light from the Sun that rose on the day you were born,  and as perfectly unique as the gleam in God’s adoring Eye.

And within this dwelling are as many rooms as there are stars in a galaxy, and each room holds again what only the stars could ever know.  And these rooms abound within the infinite corridors of your everlasting heart. And these rooms present the portals, that offer up the doors, that finally embrace the locks that will always require the Keys, of your Knowledge.

Now imagine, that each of these locks, will accept but a single remarkable key, and this key, is one among seven. For these seven keys, are the means by which all wisdom is bestowed, and all wisdom, is therefore achieved, when you have come to realize that your pure existence within and throughout this voyage of Knowledge, is of an unfolding, an arabesque of a delicate and deliberate design.

And this design is the blueprint of your amazing soul, whose primary purpose within Everything is to savor the countless experiences that forge each of the seven keys, that embody each of the seven virtues of living. For the totality of living is what your soul craves, to know what can only be learned by seeking wisdom, inside a journey that begins and ends with Patience, Tolerance, Acceptance, Compassion, Understanding, and Forgiveness, in order to ever find Love, again . . .

Love, is the sole manifestation of order within this universe, and without which there can emerge no process of investigation or examination, and therefore no sustainable need, want, deservance or desire to even pose the question “why ?”. Because, hidden deep within the fabric of humanity lays the thread of our individual and collective purpose, which, having been meticulously sown by the hand of the Almighty has resonated unerringly across the ages within the welcoming yet infinite realm of wonder.

For each and every aspect of understanding, once gathered and held secure by the alliance of faith and courage, transforms all inquiry and analysis into a definitive and glorious tapestry of Knowledge, through which, and ever annealed in the crucible of wisdom, shall emerge the exquisite clarity, of one voice, and ultimately, one truth.




for gracious Skies




in The Arms,  of Come What May

(  so Beautiful  )




mine Eyes,  have seen The Story,  of The Coming,  of The Sword,

It shall scythe across the Vineyards,  where the Grapes of Wrath are stored,

It shall free from in Our Hearts,  these old chains of Our Discord,

      and It’s Truth,  shall be carried,  On . . .







and woven, on The Loom of So







Messages,  of the most profound Truth,

      are wrapped,  in The Cloak of Simplicity . . .





 from Book II, The Sword ( Second Sound )  The Ninth DoveTale – The Ring of Friendship




The Savoring




Pearls,  of Wine

(  and Roses  )



Words flown,  for Eyes beyond Our Own,

must carry with Them,  The Clarity of

Truth,  The Wisdom of Reason, 

and whenEver,  The Art,

      of Simplicity . . .

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Words flown,

 for Eyes beyond Our Own,

must carry with Them,  The Clarity

of Truth,  The Wisdom of Reason,

and,  whenEver,  The Art,

      of Simplicity . . .





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




One Wish




One,  Earth





    Perfect Union,           

One Sight,

One Right,

One Light,

One Truth,

One Heart,

     One Love,  Again . . .




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




Ever standing, behind The Sun



A Rush,  of Wings

(  A Flock,  of Grace  )








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




from The Heights, of Wonder




Drops,  of Reign

(  Running Down  )





your head

up to The Sky,

nothing down below

but me,  face the truth to

realize,  all that we could be,

torn apart,  by rage and fear,

hold on,  to what brought

you here and never

      let it go . . .




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

The Words,  are from Josh Groban 

( and won’t He be surprised )




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