The Dove
When the dove blooms into
The sky,
What great pleasure it is to
Witness it’s conquering,
Not only does it conquer
The winds above,
But conquers crippled hearts;
It speaks peace.
We look upon the dove
Claiming its space in creation,
We are called to celebrate
Peace with it and we too
Wonder why the dove
Speaks of ending wars
That it did not invent.
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