The Swan Whisperer (#6 is sitting by my elbow but haven’t typed it up yet. But Emory was waxing poetic, so wrote it down.
Whenever Emory called them, they came to her, flying, as if they belonged to her, and stayed as long as she did, to let themselves be loved.
“There is singing in those great wings,” thought Emory. “Majesty and magic, and to here it is to believe in wonder, and marvel at Creation, and feel a part of the great whole. When we’re together, there is only Love and Light. Life is easy, and Joy is everywhere apparent. If only this time would last forever,” Emory mused. “When all the world is beautiful, and I am beautiful within it. A dream come true. A gift, made real. A tender, prayerful, neverending story I can continue to return to. I carry my swans within me, wherever I go, and so remain a friend of theirs, a friend of Love, forever. Long live William and Bella and their dear children.”
