A White Dove
When I think of a white dove,
It can mean many things.
It can be a sign of love
Or even the words to a song someone sings.
It makes one think of purity,
The color of its white is stark in beauty;
Or about something soft as a whisper.
Or a pristine white that cannot be crisper.
A white dove can glide through the air
Above the mountains seemingly without a care:
With a span of wings that carry it high,
And with an ease as breathless as a sigh.
The sight of a white dove can make time stand still.
The feeling of awe inspires a thrill.
A feeling of peacefulness fills one's being,
From just a glimpse of its magnificent meaning.
For what comes to mind when a white dove is seen?
A picture of Christ's outstretched hands as it lands in between,
Sent to Jesus from our Father in Heaven with ease,
"This is my Son, in whom I am well pleased."
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