Fire wrapped his arms about her

Dearest Mikhael,
Fire Father;

Tell me about Time’s weight as a Saturnine?

If hope is the thing with feathers
Then reason and faith are its wings
Hope suckles and feeds from the flower crystalline
The flower cultivated in the rich soils of despair
Hope carries the nurturance by despair
And plants love anywhere.

When the blow finally came
She was tossed about in wind and rain
The earth protested
Fire drew his arms about her
“Don’t worry, my daughter.”

“Someday.”

Though I was aligned and am attuned for Saturn’s Cross of Time;
I am not wrong into myself, nor evil
I am not to propel sorrow, nor become sorrow
Wounded by the world, not wounded with the world.

I love my life towards loving me.
I give thanks for each touching by those who love me.
I communicate my love for life where I may go.

Because as John Steinbeck wrote in East of Eden,

“But I have a new love for that glittering instrument, the human soul. It is a lovely and unique thing in the universe. It is always attacked and never destroyed – because ‘Thou mayest.’”

Thank you.

I do love you, too
Cassiel —-

Dormit in pace
My beloved ones, come and rest in peace
Requiescant in pace

Though Christmas is the annual timing for grief and bereavement of my heart

Lest I forget, lest I forget!
Here is coming, the dawn
Though awashed with crimson
And blood soaks the grounds
Life brings death and death bears life

And I have loved you, I will love you with all I may

Dormit in pace
My beloved ones, come and rest in peace
Requiescant in pace.

I do love you, too
Cassiel, —-

If Hope is the thing with feathers
Then Reason and Faith are its wings
Hope suckles and feeds from the flower crystalline
That flower cultivated in the richest soils of Despair
Hope carries the nurturance by Despair
And plants Love everywhere.


Inspiration: “Time” — Hans Zimmer
Dedication: Four persons I lost to life’s passages this Advent season.
Prompt: Daily Angel Alignment Exercise by Rev. Dr. Kimberly Marooney. Today’s card is from Angel Blessings – Michael, Protection.

Post inspired by conversations with Andrew C. Labre regarding his response piece to Emily Dickinson’s poem & recommuning with Kimberly Marooney.

A blessed and wondrous belated birthday, Cirrus.

“Hope is the thing with feathers,” Emily Dickinson; 1891.
Pope St. John Paul II
Quote #1: Excerpt from “Droplet,” Kariel Tejai, 2014; Forever’s Interval.
Quote #2: John Steinbeck, 1952; East of Eden.

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