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Where Love finds a Way – Part Two


Where Love Finds a Way – Part Two

How then would Orm and Song share their love with others who feel of same joining?  Follow Roth and Heen as they establish love of first, then to others as shown in Chronicles of Orm, book one, Legend of Cre – lo – Way, available in experimental form on Amazon.com.

 

 

He shook his head again and forced smile back.  “But first of all, village must gather of joy, for today words will be spoken over you, that your union might be commenced for new to begin among us.  He glanced from Roth to Heen, but stopped in assay as he looked full upon his love with equal meaning…

Song blushed full in receiving his look, but shrank not back or looked away, but instead lifted her chin of confidence in his love, returning same for him.

Tile began merry tunes of song and dance, setting tone of celebration of times of new.  Heen picked up edge of her skirt, swishing to one side of Roth, then of other as he laughed in merry answer.  Letting his hand join hers, they wheeled in accord of music of tile.  Song stepped of Orm, letting serious ask enter her eyes for him.  Orm smiled with twinkle of merry filling his eyes as he let laughter match that of Roth.  He let his hands also match that of Song as he whisking her away in follow of step of dance.  Other men and women of village joined as festival of vow of new life became them…

Tile at Orm Way and Cre Point announced of same, sending gatherers in quick scurry to put away that of work, to become blessed in dance to festival of vow of new life.  Many a young man met with question of look from young lady as dance and tunes bore full effect of love upon those who danced.

None knew that press of time forced Word of Way to stir young hearts to love.  Rather, young couples twirled away from main dance, letting touch of hand and beating of heart explain full upon them as eyes of lady filled with that which Song told to Orm in first rush of embrace. Each twirling couple marked passing of each village from way of old of survival to that which festival of vow of new life proclaimed among them…

Orm chuckled as wave of new passed from Word of Life through each one, setting stage for Orm to declare for Roth and Heen.

He raised his hands for announce of Word to begin.

All of nature stopped of degree of turning, to watch of glad receiving.

Dancers held each other of close, letting glad breath and smile of joining seem as one with them.  Orm needed to wait as excited jubilee wanted for continue, as pounding hearts and hold of hand didn’t want to let recede know them.

Tone of tile changed to twinkling of assent of love for Roth and Heen who stood together in front of Orm for all to see of witness.

“Here is life begun in all of us.  To find love in each other of continue, that fullness of life might know you to fill and dwell where none dwelt before.”

He looked full at Heen, then back to Roth.  “Roth?  Are you in willing spirit to take Heen in vow of new life?  To look for her smile at each arrival, knowing her love for you?”

Roth suddenly choked in gladness of expression, bringing murmur of laugh in merry at occasion.  Orm let laugh also fill him, joining in glad array as he knew for Roth.

Roth stood tall for Heen, placing his hand over hers.  “Yes!  This and more I pledge.  Willing am I to give myself for her, knowing more of same of return.  I will guard that which is new in us, teaching Light of Life to all for understanding.  May this day stand as marker for us!”

Orm turned to Heen, who could barely keep her countenance in upward bearing for words.  “Heen?  You know of declare of Roth for you, how he knows Word of Way for you.  Do you in turn declare for him only?  That Way of new life be known in you willing of spirit to bear?  Will you also look for his smile at each arrival, knowing his love for you?”

Heen burst full out in tears of love for Roth, matched in flow by those ladies around her.

She nodded her head for affirm and stuttered her approval, wiping tears of glad away for need of continue.  “Yes!  With all of my heart will I accept him, knowing more of same of return.  I too, will guard that which is new in us, teaching Light of Life to all for understanding.  May this day stand as marker for us!”

Orm smiled in choke, not daring to look at Song for continue stood of must for him.  “Let this day be as marker for remembrance of way of new life among us.  May those who are in finding of love as these, announce as this day.  Mark it upon your hearts all you of witness, for bearing of new life is for all of us to support in word and deed.  Take this task upon you for serious, that blessing of new life may burst full among you!”

He looked over at Song with wink of final, who stepped of rush toward Heen with other ladies.  Burst of laughter of glad swept over assembly, letting couples twirl again in fullness of swelling.

Song stepped away as Song of degree overcame her to pronounce.  Stepping up on lo, she circled in happy wave as Song flowed of ancient word at first, letting ancient times add blessing as times of old sought to do.  Finally lip turned for Word of purpose.

Tile turned note to match for her, causing all to pause in her turn for declare.

–Orchestration starts symphony of love–

“Oh – oh – oh – aye.

We are gathered here this day

To celebrate both near and fair

These lives to hold and share

Oh – oh – oh – aye

So let love bring forth what it may

For way of new life to have say

We declare it for marker this day…

Oh – oh – oh – aye…”

–Orchestration continues in long play as sweep of light marches around those of wed—

 

You’ve noticed then, how love finds a way in this world, even though times are stiff with danger.  What then of those others who know that same press of time swirling around them, yet…  They also know the length of stay from one soft hand to another, the shielded blush of warmth to one another as liquid pools of love stare in overcoming fascination.  What then of these and more as Legend of Cre – lo – Way turns from fighting against the halls of sorrow to that of spring of new life and light among them?

Find out in Love finds a Way – Part Three

 

 

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Look of Love from Another World – Part One


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—

–pause–

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…

–pause–

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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What happens When the Trees Fight Back? – Part four


What Happens When the Trees Fight Back? – Part Four
Gone! Song is far removed from the battlefield, her sacrifice still of obvious dent to all those who stood of awe below. Gone were the last elements of those fierce brigades of flying teeth on the wing, which for years held dread of man and Forest of Quinn. Gone too, was Cre – lo – Way, tucked away safe with his love, Song, under the woven branches of the Forest of Quinn. No man or beast dare approach within miles of this predatory moment as the weeping Forest of Quinn takes care of its own.
But what of our battle? The forces of evil know the queen is gone! Gone at last with her preventive force, sealing them a step away from victory. How do the forces of light stand in strength when their queen is gone. The image of her falling in rolling measure across their vision, openly bleeding her life away in a screaming rotation of fall, plants in each warrior. How then does it all end? Check it out below or get the entire novel, Chronicles of Orm, book one, Legend of Cre – lo – Way, at Amazon.com.
Cre – lo – Way turned his thoughts to that of Song. Setting course of lo, he leaned for hurry to his love once again, letting Cre flow away from him, delighted to arrive to her open arms of love as Orm.
Forest of Quinn opened before him, letting flurry of battle look ease away and let newness of sweet blossom know each branch.
Orm eased tired feet into healing water next to her.
Song leaned into his look for worry for him, taking his hand to her cheek for concern.
Orm sighed of deep content, letting wash of Spirit of Healing course through him. He let her caress of love renew attitude in him from turmoil of fight to focus instead on her sweet liveliness. He reached again to kiss her pretty lips as on a certain day of first, now long ago.
Looking to her shoulders and back, he expected to find wrath of scar. Instead he smiled of nod of appreciation.
Song smiled back in nod. “Healing of waters of Forest of Quinn accomplished that upon me, sending scar of beast to naught, but instead knew my heart with blessing. Now instead of cruel scar, I wear decorative row of finely stitched peach petals. In this manner, all may know that intent of dark reach is overcome of Love of Light and Way of Truth of Life.”
Orm let shake of tears know him as beauty once again reigned beside him.
All of land shared his moment of filling of gladness and held all motion for him of tribute.
Sea again let its endless rollers find an end, smoothing out to Peaceful Rest.
Wind held its ceaseless roaming, letting Peace reign in heavens above them.
All of nature held silent, even to popping of new blossom and stir of wing of tiny insect.
Mankind felt of hush and nodded with those who knew, for Right set about to reset time of man for good rather than evil.
Song felt stirring of song within her, as did Orm. As one, they stood away from healing waters of Forest of Quinn, letting lo stir under them in happiness of lift of guide.
In wide slow circles they turned from Forest of Quinn which waved of many blossomed branches for them of tribute, letting depth of sweet scent cover their leave of travel.
Song let throat start as Word of Life filled her.
“Oh – oh – and –aye again
We fly together as loves first stand
Let world know of Life and Way
How Light is overcome to stay!”
Orm laughed in merry humor, catching her Spirit of delight of Song.
“Oh – oh – and – aye again
Indeed is Love of Life here to span
All of creation in sweetness of open hand
Let men know of gift from Light
And turn to Way with all of might.
She leaned into him and he into her as lo knew his heart and changed direction of course to that of Peace and Rest under waterfall of Cre Place.
Together they murmured of sweet delight.
“How can we be certain
How can we know of Way
When will answer be open
And our lips hold note of say
For onward we ride to adventure learn
Together in lift of Light of know
To share message wherever we go
Orm turned in final circle before Cre Place, careful to carry his love in arms of delight as lo set them down in gladness of bringing.
Tile sent arching salute of peach color for her and crimson and green for him, letting salute ring forth in volume of crescendo, rising over land and sea, until all of this earth knew beyond any shadow of doubt, that love rests eternal where love is shared in woman and man…

Check out more examples of Imagery at fictionbypalmer.me. And stay tuned. Book two – Of Birth and Rejection is well on the way. Hmmm, Song finds her everyday activities suddenly halted by nausea. All of nature holds still for an announcement, yet…