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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