Upon the depths a Ship of Stars is set to its course. The sea is calmed in the
midst of the storm wherever the mast of the Ship is seen.
The Soul is borne on the Ship of Stars as a perfect petal of the
starry rose. The sky is flamed with ebbing fires as the night enfolds it's
passion to sleep again 'neath silver sails and dream the dream of Life.
Beyond the reef of sorrow and of the searching waves, the mast
of the Ship brightens, guiding it's precious cargo into a dawning day.
In the center of the sea an island swirls as a jewel set upon a
band of gold. It is on this shimmering isle that the Ship of Stars is gently
harbored. The Soul arises from Her seat of beauty and is adorned in a wedding
gown of firey diamonds, a gossmar veil before her face.
Here the Soul, her bounty shining, winged and lovely to behold,
slips her hand tenderly into the hand of Life again, her lips pressed upon the
mouth that whispers the quickening words.
Yet Life is more than endless living. No chalice may contain it,
nor can a vein be bled to reconcile it's strength. Life is purpose. It's reason
for existence is joy in creation. Humanity may destroy castles in the sand, but
Life restores them as granite in the soul.