When Doves Cry
The mourning doves and white doves gathered nigh -
together, send their coos into the breeze,
and looked upon the sky from whence they fly-
Why is it that their hearts are so at ease?
Perhaps a nudge from heaven up above,
a whisper in the ear of God himself,
"Please free from lasting grief those that I love,
and pain that I cannot endure myself"...
I know that Heaven celebrates my birth,
much like a baby held in outstretched arms -
this ... unique and fleeting moment of my worth
now hold those hearts I love and do no harm.
Still, from our souls, the tears will gently flow,
into a place where seeds of memories grow...
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2023
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