The Lonely Dove

A lonely dove struggled above
an ocean without a shore.
Weary of crying, “I am dying,
help me, I can fly no more.”
He wept alone and tried
to wing onbut was too spent
with pain.He had no nest, or
place of rest,and fell, never to
rise again. Now there is an empty
spacewhere the lonely dove once
flew.For on one at all heard his
haunting calland only the Father
his anguish knew. Now there
is an empty spacewhere the
lonely dove once flew.
For no one at all heard his haunting call
and only the Father his anguish knew.
Now just an empty silence fallswhere
the lonely dove cried alone.For his calls
ceased as he made his peaceand a deaf
and blind world turns on.

by Secrets