Together We Are Dove
I am the wings of a dove,
Not of the sleek and pristine variety.
No, I am the tawny brown-rouge expanse
Of Turtledove wings.
Nor am I the complete bird.
For the heart of a dove is light,
Effervescent and free.
I am neither whole nor awesome enough
To be the heart of a bird.
I leave that to Him.
He is the heart that causes my wings
To beat, to burst high above
These linear landscapes.
He gives dove
Its reason to move,
To stretch the wings
That I have become.
Together, we are dove.
Moving effortlessly
Through the windless night.
His heart beats
And suggests the directions
My feathered limbs may take.
It is He who guides me
Within the vast blue expanse
Through which I travel
He gives me reason to float, to be.
I am the motion of His beating heart.
I am the wings of a dove,
Not of the sleek and pristine variety.
No, I am the tawny brown-rouge expanse
Of Turtledove wings.
Nor am I the complete bird.
For the heart of a dove is light,
Effervescent and free.
I am neither whole nor awesome enough
To be the heart of a bird.
I leave that to Him.
He is the heart that causes my wings
To beat, to burst high above
These linear landscapes.
He gives dove
Its reason to move,
To stretch the wings
That I have become.
Together, we are dove.
Moving effortlessly
Through the windless night.
His heart beats
And suggests the directions
My feathered limbs may take.
It is He who guides me
Within the vast blue expanse
Through which I travel
He gives me reason to float, to be.
I am the motion of His beating heart.