Ebbing and tiding comprise one of the strongest and objective, real, constructs that help to keep our lives in place, today, as certainly as ever, the despair, the dark, drifting into lighter spaces most often being my fare during the first, into the second portion of my period of greatest lamentations. However, time and intervening factors moderated much of the loss I perceived and wept into bitterly. Seasons, as does Volume II, keep their rhythms, similarly the everyday routines of life, so that in likeso fashion, vocabulary and themes are akin to those first, but there is a slow progression to the outward, toward light, praise, and acknowledging. Memory, softly- gently plodding, if sometimes grievously, slowly became an anchor rather than a burden, and the nature of my illness allowed friends to support more readily. Still, the hours, days, and nights processed, wandered, waited, and mourned in silence, if less often; beauty remained my constant medicinal choice, as has ever meditations, through our paths of deepest, most realization- the journey is the mountaintop, step by step; it is a giving experience, which has not instance of occurring at, or all, most times, observant. And so the rose: volume II is a record of holding, that lost while reaching, desperately, back to where I once was, ironically walking into it each day. The entire process continuing, a daily self-actualization, to dress with a sixties expression. The words of this period describe grief, with hope, while not, consciously, benefiting from it; into loss with coming gratitude, and some suggestion of certainty began to enter, if that not of my choice. Semantics make possible the life of sentiment, and volume II of Quiet Sheba shows the emerging of this lovely, if serrated of this truly, real phenomenon. Ebbing and tiding comprise one of the strongest and objective, real, constructs that help to keep our lives in place, today, as certainly as ever, the despair, the dark, drifting into lighter spaces most often being my fare during the first, into the second portion of my period of greatest lamentations. However, time and intervening factors moderated much of the loss I perceived and wept into bitterly. Seasons, as does Volume II, keep their rhythms, similarly the everyday routines of life, so that in likeso fashion, vocabulary and themes are akin to those first, but there is a slow progression to the outward, toward light, praise, and acknowledging. Memory, softly- gently plodding, if sometimes grievously, slowly became an anchor rather than a burden, and the nature of my illness allowed friends to support more readily. Still, the hours, days, and nights processed, wandered, waited, and mourned in silence, if less often; beauty remained my constant medicinal choice, as has ever meditations, through our paths of deepest, most realization- the journey is the mountaintop, step by step; it is a giving experience, which has not instance of occurring at, or all, most times, observant. And so the rose: volume II is a record of holding, that lost while reaching, desperately, back to where I once was, ironically walking into it each day. The entire process continuing, a daily self-actualization, to dress with a sixties expression. The words of this period describe grief, with hope, while not, consciously, benefiting from it; into loss with coming gratitude, and some suggestion of certainty began to enter, if that not of my choice. Semantics make possible the life of sentiment, and volume II of Quiet Sheba shows the emerging of this lovely, if serrated of this truly, real phenomenon.

Three is a numerical symbol used throughout literature, especially Holy Scripture, to signify completion, the full whole, the circle joined. In Volume III of Quiet Sheba, the final volume of the trilogy, I have, again, my lamentations, with their similar subjects and themes as different and repeated vehicles of carriage for thought, finishing the construct provided by work already known to my readers. There are death- and triumph, joy beside heavy sorrow, but, more, the very purposed movement within experience, carrying toward a conclusion, that of ones own place, again, at table. We do conclude, as we began, at table, but with more cautious steps and thoughtful strategies; and continuing, beauty remains, for many, for me, the antidote to sorrow, with illness and bitter acceptance, full, still, often. The valediction then, is thoughtful: for morning, it remains, sunrise; for evening it falls gently as twilight. But whether a passage in nature, or the appearing of a memory- a hymn or prayer of any of many methods of closure these verses finally conclude, a coming back to table, to the feast of life, for we come to know that there is no antidote to truth, and ours, now, is the only life we can objectively know; when living is no longer a reality, it is not. As Stephen Cranes desert beast states, while eating its own heart, crying bitter, bitter we, as the beast, embrace, take into ourselves eat, drink, - all for it is the only one we have, and we love it if to the side, to use the French poet, Verlaines poignant strikingly powerful closing words describing the falling seasonal ambiance of the year: Et je pleure (And I weep) the fullest source of working truth, reason, giving up the response poetic beautiful or no: And I weep. In life, we are not wise, but willful, yet in the holistic view, we live our most sentiment lying over reason, it very now hurting, but with that arrangement with which we look, always, to find the grail, the feast, the peace.

The Queen of Sheba comes to Jerusalem to test King Solomon's wisdom. The king answers all her questions and reveals the splendor of his realm in this epic love story for children. Based on Biblical, Rabbinic and Ethiopian sources.

From the New York Times bestselling author of The Eagle Has Landed comes another thrilling novel of World War II intrigue. The year is 1939. The lost Temple of Sheba is not just a biblical legend. A German archaeologist has found it. The Nazis have claimed it. And one American explorer has stumbled upon their secret... When archaeologist Gavin Kane is hired to find a woman’s missing husband, he follows the man’s trail into the ruthless desert of Southern Arabia and makes two shocking discoveries. One is the legendary Temple of Sheba, an ancient world as fantastic as King Solomon’s mines. The other is a band of Nazi soldiers who plan to turn the sacred landmark into Hitler’s secret stronghold. Kane’s discovery could change the course of the war—but what he knows just might get him killed first.

Six adrenalin junkies who call themselves the Daredevils Club hold the fate of the world in their hands. In an ancient undersea cavern, one of them, oil man Frik van Alman, discovers a set of stones that are unlike anything else on Earth. Fitted together, the stones form an object that promises limitless free energy for the world. After a terrified scientist scatters the pieces, the club members race to retrieve them. Each knows that whoever reassembles the unique device will have unlimited power at his or her fingertips. Can anyone be trusted? In a thrilling adventure that stretches from deep beneath the Caribbean to the penthouses of Las Vegas, friend battles friend for control of the Artifact.

"Who is not afraid of Death? Who is not desperate to dodge its brutal claws? But has anyone ever been able to give death's footsteps a miss? "The Awakening" could be perhaps be an answer. This is an astounding saga of a woman, Queen Sheba of Jericho, and her quest to attain freedom from death! "A POWERFUL, IMAGINATIVE WORK FILLED WITH THOUGHT PROVOKING IDEAS. IT EXAMINES HOW HUMAN BEINGS CONFRONT WITH THE FACT CALLED DEATH."- PETER BURNHAM, EDITOR-THE LONG STORY MAGAZINE.