of Kingdoms, Come

 

 

Eagle’s Trace

 

 

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*

there,

under The Moon,

closer,  yet so far Away,

quiet,  though a Siren yet to be,

something Wonderful,  this way comes,

and soon,  You will know The Kiss of Always,

You will know The Glory of Grace,

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They are sailing,  on Her Radiance,

on Sunships,  on Her Chariots of Light,

to awaken You from The Cradle of Darkness,

to herald The Dawn of The Kingdom of Forgiveness,

to lay open The Gates to The Empire of The Everlasting Sun,

to welcome You,  inside The Embrace of The Heart of The Diamond,

to remember,  that which was nEver forgotten,  The Memory of Love,

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and The Place,  inside You,  where lies The Echo,  of All Things Dear,

The Echo of a Promise made to You,  somewhere in Time,  eons Ago,

inside The Palace of Rain,  on An Isle in Paradise,  under A Cyan Sky,

amidst The Brilliance,  of Her Host of Stars,  Her Legions,  The Eyes of Heaven,

Their Passage ceased,  to Witness,  and Wonder,  as Her Story was told to You,

a Tale of a Web of Pearls,  woven in fine silver Thread,  The Thread of Her Heart,

spun,  from Her Wings of Joy,  and baptized,  within The Pools of Your Innocence,

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as You stood,  a Candle in Your Hand,  and Courage in Your Soul,  whispering of Days to Come,

when a Universe would hear Your Song,  once again,  and bathe in the Cool Water of Friendship,

taste the sweet Nectar of Freedom,  know the Fragrance of Roses,  grown in Her Field of Dreams,

   as Your Whisper became The Voice of Her Myriad,  as The Voice became The Breath of 10,000 Angels . . .

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

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with The Thread, of The Reason Why

 

 

 

The Loom,  of So

 

 

 The Weaver,

 of

The Web of Pearls,

and

The Cloak of Simplicity,

and

      The Tapestry,  of God’s Heart . . .

 

 

 

 

from . . . sumWhere deep,  and hard to get to . . . 

 

 

like a Web of Pearls

 

 

 

The PathFinder

(  17 Jewels  )

  

 

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standing,  on a

***************************** Cloud somewhere,  painting Stars ****************************

on The Sky,  while offering up Roses,  without

Thorns,  to those who ask for The Time,  and after

gathering Every Moment of Their Lives,  together,

with a Fine,  Silver Thread,  He sits,  upon The

***************************** Pillow of Hope,  and slowly builds ****************************

      Them,  a Watch . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Third DoveTale – The Flame of Desire

 

 

 

a Tapestry of Grace

 

 

 

of God’s Heart

 (  Web of Pearls  )

  

   

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as She gathers The Stars about Her,

 and laces Them,  Together,

with fine Silver Thread,

The Universe,  in

All Its Glory,

slowly comes to Rest,

to Watch,  to Witness,  to Wonder,

while Always,  standing at The Loom of So,  quietly,

yet with The Power of Love in Her Hands,  and Diamonds in Her Eyes,

deftly weaves The Truth,  into The Cloak of Simplicity,

smiling,  remembering,  understanding,

All She was,  and All She

will Always be,

      Again . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Symphony of Moments

 

 

The Myriad

 

 

10,000 Candles

 

 

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Your Heart and Soul,  are The Essence of FriendShip,

for They,  are The Jewels,  in The Richness of My Life,

so light a Sea of Candles,  with The Fire of Your Spirit,

      and lace a Ribbon of Love,  inside this Web,  of Pearls . . .

 

 

 

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