The Dove
She descended from the heavens
to greet the humble Master,
spreading her dove’s wings
in reverent recognition
of divine and universal love—
of the most precious inner peace
and ecstatic joy of unity
in communion with all Nature.
She was just a common bird
to those who stood around.
But he exchanged her blessing,
opening his heart and his arms
in reverent recognition
of divine and universal love—
of the most precious inner peace
and the ecstatic joy of unity
in communion with all Nature.
March, 1992 revised April, 2004
Flowerpoet 