Thursday, December 27, 2012


Noah watched and waited
At the window of the ark

Would the dove he'd sent
Return to him that day?

Then a flutter in the morning
Caught his ear, proved

To him God remembered. 
Healing had come. 

In his beak the dove carried
A green olive twig

Flood over; life back
Earth dry. White dove -

Messenger of peace
Carrier of hope

Tomorrow's restoration
New beginning.

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