Faith Found- End of All The Endings

Faith of the robber, as of yet unseen. Real before stitched, though conception something like a dream. Streets swept, streets clean, she is the product of all that will have been. Once a whisper of "three," at 206 a lyric of princess of queen. 

Needed to rise from lowest place to be real, needed to take the longest path to shift hull to wheel. But she need not feel the pain of this way, no not one single prick. For she will never be found until laid is last brick. "When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?"* Let this be a beacon, to shine Faith's worth. If tale ends at sunset, at 6:02 she's found. If tale ends with midnight, at 6:02 she shines. If your clocks run backward, they must be remade/reset first, for you will not find Faith, until she is bloomed from this/THE Earth. This Earth I call home, all forgeries dismissed, where my soulmate and I can plant and reap Faith alone, though her glow won't be missed. 

So prepare to move realms like mountains, to have schemes and blessings uncovered. Prepare to be drafted, to fight for love undiscovered. Prepare to have glares turned to starry eyes, of your own volition, by new life's pure cries. Or prepare to reap, all what that has been sown, with my honest prayer that it lasts all winter long. For Spring comes so early here, I feel it now even in Fall, but if one artificied the year, there may be no Spring at all. I watch not those clocks, eyes affixed to my bride, running the back 40 to bloom Faith by my side. Hope remains here, as does Origin's star, all to guide home those on islands far.

"So faith found that day

Was stitch never known needed

As of yet uns(e/o)wn

For no false time saw

This ace in the hole coming

And none saw her yet

A glare only seen

'"Be fruitful and multiply"'*

Without Love fell flat

10 times out of 10

You best speak with tongue of God

If commanding that

For you have not time/strength

To manufacturer this Faith

Nor coerce a man

Even my soulmate

Will hear challenge of 'make me.'

'Fore Faith's found in full

For God paved this road

Even though it is broken

It is the road walked

I have walked this road

And I will continue to

With all: Hope Or Faith.

So the tiniest hopes all eyed the mirrors. Not strangers now to the cycle, and safe from both flame and flood, their days were spent in study and experimentation here, to determine how Bard might find who he loved. For who he loved is who he loves and who he always will, and such a perspective was obvious on summit of this hill. It was those who swam circles below, still smirking in the dark, who each claimed their vision complete despite each sinking "ark." Though cold as stone each night in the storm, they remembered who The Bard's always quoted, while safe and warm. "Love your enemies"* "So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets."* Perspective different so, but each one the same tongue, so with bright eyed speed these hybrid groups conversed and then sung. Their song heard all about, by dream then at home "Faith is coming, in one day built, unlike Rome." The Bard then awoke, shaking off night and compiling all day, until sunset brought space enough for this sonnet to say:

"Through the mirror ye tiniest of hopes!

No upgrade needed, but may shine translate

Faith into diamonds, still tethered by ropes

That not one is lost, but Faith is found great

In great measure and potential unseen

By the likes of you, by the likes of me

Impossible on any other screen

So soulmate's steps stride simply straight and free

Souls uncrushable wake up at first call

Flying home in footfalls' wake at first chance

With power to spare and voice heard by all

Inviting realms to witness lovers' dance

'Hear ye! Hear ye! It's time for the next scene!'

Heard from every single pocket of screen."

So sparrows flew, knowing well when to listen for the bell, and what riddle to speak in which groups. So parleys were played like games in breakable heaven (hell? *shrug* it is eep all the same), Bard's tools equipped by all troops. Until war was over they all fight for love, gauntlets slipped on at home, both forged and not, each fitting like glove. 

"Love is as strong as Death."* echoed true, as always, but was now heard more clearly all around, as Love's force multiplied in tiny eyes, and Death started packing, drawn all the same by the promise of Faith found.

*Luke 18:8

*Genesis 1:28

*Matthew 5:44

*Matthew 7:12

*Song of Songs 8:6