Guardian Stories

PROLOGUE | There is Strength in Shame In a magnificent Golden Palace perched in a kingdom in the sky, a king dressed in robes of maroon cotton paces along the edge of a grand table centered within a musty, candlelit war room. King Oliver the Valorous, they call him. King Oliver the Prudent. Yet no wisdom from any man he has ever known could aid him now. The smell of the Palace kitchens preparing early breakfast awakens hi...

She walks the holly passage of her spring, Her life journey flows by a river upstream, By sprouted meadows of desires and dreams, Oh, Great Spirit, unleash her Soul, Bless her; she is our guardian angel, our whole.

For all the fallen... But especially for Jer! The warrior cried Tears of fury The angel came down War torn and weary The sound of her voice Soothed his soul She read in his face His darkest goal Weapon in hand Purpose of stride He moved among them He didn't hide Her purpose to Protect the soldier Who in his anger Became a bit bolder Focused his strength Swallowed his pride Prayed for mercy Refused to hide Her wings surrou...