Look of Love from Another World – Part One

‘Once upon a time’ tells of ballads of fine times.  Times of pushing man to the farthest reaches of the universe of that telling.  Adventure waits those who turn page, knowing of tell of fine pitch of battle or chase of evil intent.  But what of glamour of chase of boy of girl and girl of boy in return.  Is there no room in these pages for that of tender look and deft hold of hand?  Our previous stories told ballad of the Forest of Quinn in four parts.  Imagery let us see how earth, sea, and sky stood with men of Light to repel those forces of Tor del’ Gulle, that wanted of desperate fashion to close away any part of Light forever from that world.

Yet…  Does love sing of soft refrain?  Does spring of new love hold where all else fails?  In the world of Cre – lo Way and Song, they are met with their own love of first, then of Roth and Heen, then in three of Cre Point who stagger as love binds them together.  These shout of full anthem with all of nature that – Yes!  Love is indeed here and stands of equal place among that of battle and high adventure.

Turn a quiet ear with me.  Hold of discerning eye and mind as first looks of love grasp the hearts of those which Word foretold of long tell ago.  None other than Cre – lo – Way as the man Orm, with Song, who sings her way into his heart, along with her pretty lip, deft of hand, and liquid dark brown eyes for him.

Man stood in wonder as all of nature sang of the richness of her glory due, wondering of place and time, looking from one to another of question, knowing lo of right and know, except Song…

Song bowed her head of tribute, knowing of the Truth within her, kneeling first as tile glowed around her, then letting her body fall full of tile.  She seemed to become one in knowledge of times with tile so bright did tile circle around her, filling her mind and spirit for those things of Orm set before her.

Tears of her love flowed, caught of tile, carried in flickering blue as blessing to others, adding blessing upon blessing of lo, maturing thought for man to catch of time.

Song knew her answer as she picked herself up from tile.  “Yes, my part is plain before me.  Indeed will I go to him with gladness of heart, to set Song in place with new things in tribute of what is to be…  Of man for woman and woman for man…”

She stepped on lo in promptness of purpose, nodding to Firenna and Burenna, who stood by her in question.  “My time is here, to answer to Orm, to fill that place set for me before time of man.”  She glanced her toe along glowing tile.  “Lo gave place of honor for me.  A place such as never before set for woman plain as I…”

She let them see her tears of delight of love for Orm.  “I’ll go of lo for him.  May time do well for us as we set mission ahead for man to know.”  Her eyes suddenly flared as Word held her, filling her lips as Word of knowledge leapt from her.  “…with message for you both to perform.  Seek those whom lo has found among new and old.  Those whose spirit seeks higher knowledge of ancient script.  These will be the first of many for our new mission to fulfill, to enter his Way with gladness.  To step aside from life as this in order to learn a better Way in order to become shepherds for His cause…”

Song stumbled in release of Word, letting her knee buckle from the weight of her message.  Firenna and Burenna gasped in delight of her placement upon them, finding tile dance merrily around them in joy of giving new message.  Others of courtyard looked to them in wonder as Song lifted of lo above them in readiness of course.

Song waved in ready reply to shouts of acclaim as she circled once of lo, then straightened her shoulders for her journey of lo for Orm, letting that of below drain from her, filling her heart and mind instead with thought of Orm.  She leaned forward of lo, sending speed of passion to meet her love, letting refrain pass from her to delight land below of her passing.

Wind carried before her in shrieking gale, first of high, then return to low, placing processional of chorus before her.

Tile rippled welcome of columns of peach bands in rich display of her as tone strengthened in processional of wedding day.

–Orchestration swells at her appearance and continues–

As Light fills me to share with all,

May willing heart reach for my love,

Putting our love into his hands,

To return stronger to me from above.

Oh  –  an  –  oh  –  an  –  oh  –  to be done in me…

Do they know who is passing?

Those who stagger below under heavy load?

Do they fathom His depth of love

Given that others might know

Oh beautiful Light, both joy and stern

Will they ever seek His Light to learn?”

–Orchestration weaves with her of high and low–

She curved back and forth, letting space and time of passing avail her of look over land.  Where are those we seek to save?  Does dark reach hold them prisoner, hidden as gems for its dark work?  Or…  does help seek those through lo of Way, offering glimmer of hope to those who stray?

Song circled once around Orm Place, too overcome of awe for lo of Way’ creation to let note form on pretty lip…

Not so with bugle of tile, announcing bride of Orm, that all of nature might stir and shout.  Tile erupted again in peach color display of her, mingling promise of fruit of peach alongside his ruby and emerald look.

Lo let nature ring as symphony of bells, ringing in delight across all of land, each leaf and curl of vine gave herald in release of energy of praise.  Animal, bird, and insect added measure of note to crescendo until anthem of praise proceeded her first step on tile.

Orm stood of Light before her, reaching hand of husband to be for bride.  “Before all of nature of lo of Way, will you become bride for me?  I may ask before none higher than these?  For my part…”  He hesitated as all of nature held silent before them. “For my part, I do take thee for my bride, knowing your love as no other, until parting of sorrow separates us.”

Song blushed as nature of lo held breath for her answer…

Silence reigned in respect for these two to step forward in announce of vow as Way of future of man.

Orm took her hand in his arm as flower and bird hastened to open line of processional to edge of pool of river where bark of boat awaited their journey.

Her liquid pool of eyes met his as she nodded her answer.  “Yes!  With all of my being I answer yes!  For Way knows my heart, how there is no other for me and of me.  She flung her arms around his neck, reaching for his lips.

Tile blew of anthem of award of praise, sending showers of peach, emerald, and ruby light in rainbow of effect over them, while birds sang of chorus and flower increased fragrance at each step.

In solemn movement, Orm reached down to mound of precious anointing before them.  He picked up her ring, cast by lo of peach gold, ruby, and emerald, and slid it onto her ring finger.

In return of solemn move, she took identical ring for him, shining for moment, and slid it onto his ring finger.

Nature held silent before these still, holding honor from depths of earth and sea to height of open sky.

Orm drank in her love, finally able of willing to find kiss of pretty lip of long hold, letting his love for her fill her to full of strength.

They turned of both step together, setting foot down into bark, setting down as current of lo moved them to stream under waterfall, shutting display of tile to muted flashes behind water.

Song looked about her as bark passed in opening of water for them, not letting drop of mist hinder passing.  She smiled at the effect in her heart, turning to find his love waiting…

–Tile became of muted orchestration for them, funneled in various openings as they passed–

(Song)         Should we be afraid

Will light fail around us?

Do you know Way or…

Will we become lost forever?”

Orm smiled as he brushed her light brown curls with another kiss.

(Orm)          “Rest here for time with me

Let those thoughts put to rest

For we stray within lo of Way

To barely hush to sing of say—


For true love to live forever in us!  (together)

(Song)         Do you know how my eyes light when you enter my room

How my heart quickens of love, oh, my groom?

For you are my strength for life evermore

My wonder of man, to kiss, to love from here to distant shore.

Orm smiled again in kiss of her pretty lip, pausing for answer

(Orm)          See, how you’ve captured my heart

How I stir of glad receipt when you touch my hand

For my delight of your beauty knows no bound of eye

So you have me, my heart, my hands, my eyes, my all…


For true love to live forever in us…”   (together)

Orm and Song start anew where men and women of light left off a thousand years previous.  But what of Roth and Heen?  What of the many others whom lo has touched of ready, to continue in the steps of announce of Cre – lo – Way.  Find out in our next edition –Part Two.  Where Love Finds a Way!


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