The Wing Of A Dove

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The mourning dove
visual manna from heaven above
beauty and delicacy in one form sailing
sailing down from the blue to perch on my railing
perched there staring curiously at me
as if she could the sadness see
through the picture window
as if she'd come to sow her own song of woe.
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She perched there for the longest time
a fluttering wind chime, a feathered rhyme
and then I saw it in her eyes
as plain as golden rays in a sunrise
I rose from my chair yelling No, my hands screaming out
but she launched anyway despite my horrified shout
straight at the window she was coming to me
she had something to say, that graceful little beauty.
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Nothing was going to stop her from winging her way
flying straight as an arrow she came to me anyway
She crashed into the window over and over again
five different times she tried but she couldn't break in
then she flew up into the tree and there she grieved
and to the boughs she cleaved while her sad song she weaved
throughout the day and into the evening
until her mate joined her in her keening.
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Later I looked through the window and saw imprinted there
like the image of a heartfelt prayer
the left wing of the dove, each feather etched in dust on the glass
reminding me of angels in a Sunday School class
I will not go outside and wash it off
though my family often does scoff
God is talking to me, a message He has hinted
through the wing of a dove on my window imprinted.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©2017 Susan Williams
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Loved the poem, especially these lines - like the image of a heartfelt prayer the left wing of the dove, each feather etched in dust on the glass. How touching!
Can't ever say enough how movingly this speaks! .. Thank you for sharing! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++ Looks like we're able to rate again, Thankfully :)
What a beautiful description of the liveliness of a lovely creature! ...She perched there for the longest time a fluttering wind chime, a feathered rhyme/and then I saw it in her eyes/as plain as golden rays in a sunrise....Loved reading this elegant piece of poetry! (10)
Thanks so much for admiring my work bless day
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