Ode To A Dove
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They greet the morning cooing softly
They soar the mountains, regal, lofty
Thier heart is joyful all the day....
It it their lot....
It is their way!
Oh, pretty one who came day
To bask within the sunlight's rays
Whose beauteous form I hap't to see
While looking on in secrecy!
Upon lithe wings, so white, so fair,
That softly bore thee through the air
You came to me to peck what seeds
You were allowed, and then to leave.
Your head--a beige, and velvet too
Had lent a look unique to you
Who gracefully stepped amongst the crowd
To find the seeds, petite head bowed
I watched you with your chosen love
(a pigeon and his pretty dove!)
Together, pruning from your place,
How tenderly you cleaned his face!
While necks, in love, would intertwine...
It touched and warmed this heart of mine!
I scarce could e're forget the day
You chose that spot nearby to stay
And built your nest to raise the young
As twigs of various lengths were brung--
Two lovebirds lab'ring on as one
Until the setting of the sun.
But then, from currents upward borne
Arose a fierce and mighty storm.....
And now, my pretty, gentle one!
He waits for you! You do not come....
My heart is aching as I see
How desperately he looks for thee!
I watch him grieving, all alone
Dashing, seeking: "Please, come home!"
As we both may
I fear that death bore thee away!
They greet the morning cooing softly...
They soar the mountains, regal, lofty...
Their heart is joyful all the day....
It is their Lot!
It is their Way!
If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with his fellowman....
|they greet the morning|