Doves Upon the Line

Bobbing heads bowing gently to one side As bending their ears to hear from inside What God has to say within the bosom Cooing report from wire today news hums Peaceful unless provoked mates to be Note it is not good to corner the meek Fluttering over the young new nest built Squabs look up fed upon mother's crop milk Both parents caring swiftly devoted As loving woo's from within dovecote hid One flock of ascending songs of martyrs Rising sounds of sacred white's rushing waters Drowning out the ungrateful worldly ire Silver wings strumming a sweet smelling fire Friends for life rest above two by two twine Come home my love's a message from the line