The Swimming Dove

I hear melodies
It's not nostalgia,
But a living gallery
Of Love

The chords from a harp
From the wilderness
Beside grazing sheep
And a quiet heart

A silent dove in distant land
Poured on a river of sacrifice
Without hesitation
In Love

Flying seem like the only choice
But strength waned
And swimming became an option
The only option

Once upon a time,
It flapped it wings
And flew
High into the skies

But time and chance betrayed
Stole the vigour and zeal
Back into the river
the story continues...

Oh dear!
On a river
Swimming?
Foolishness!

You can fly,
You have wings
Just try it,
They said

Again,
It stretched its wings
But instead of wings,
It saw paddles

Sighing,
It rowed along with the tide:
Beautifully
Then joyfully.

This is the right place
At this time
For a reason
Known to faith

It will fly
At the right time
In the right place
For the right reason

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