Wings of hope hover
over this sea of despair
where I flounder
in self-sadness
and pity so dark
that I think I've lost
the image of the ark.
But the dove returns
to the safety of Truth.
Why don't I scramble—
then hold my place
in the sanctuary
where lies about God's man
have not a branch
on which to land?
Lessons of promise
conveyed by the dove
remind us of constant,
encircling, uplifting Love.
