The Dove
I could hear the dove calling
soft coos beckoned me
from the pink blossomed branches
of the laden apple tree.
I didn’t want to hear him
and covered my head
concealed in the shadows
neath’ the pillow on my bed.
I tried to keep the dove silent
with his offering of peace.
I wanted to ignore
any promise of release.
In the comfort of the nest
I had once felt at ease.
But, I fell to the ground
with the promise of the breeze.
And still, he sings ever softly
never quitting its’ chant.
Get up …soar with me…
for tho’ you may abandon yourself
God can’t.
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-01-28 02:58:44
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