White Dove

Written by: Kurt Kohls

Above...
rain and thunder
starts to upset the stomach of a now souring sky
as it prepares itself to release a few tears
upon those seeking truth for their lies
in the distance
a white dove cries

The thunder strikes up a conversation
clapping rudely
during the rains flawless audition
i stand amid not to be judged
but to be cleansed by this gift
by my own remission
to fear
means knowing how to love
in the distance it cries
the white dove

Those, who seek out these healing waters
peace, they shall find
but the lost refuse to drink
and prefer to gargle from the man-made pool
of illusion and lies
sadly, they never learn to fear
in the distance
a white dove cries