A Collared Dove
Out of heaven,the good Lord made
a garden that does not fade,
each Spring,His season,to renew
greeness with much grandeur to view;
Robins,starlings and sparrows new,
missel thrushes and blackbirds too,
nestling and nuture,here for free
just as He does,for you and me;
With pure innocence that I love ,
the soft and simple collared dove,
a fragile home of twigs and sticks
on which she, precarious sits.
This symbol of peace and love,to
we on earth,from heaven above
Inspired by Debbie's latest contest
see more at Gen 8 and Mt 3:16
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