And His Song Softens My Heart

In the dawn,

as the sun pushes itself up

over the horizon,

I hear a mournful song.

This melody echoes in the stillness

of these quiet hours,

hours when the world

has yet to roar and devour.

It is the song of the mourning dove

whose feathers of soft gray

reflect the somber hues of a world

living in loss and sadness.

It is perched on a branch of a white oak,

a stately tree,

that now is devoid of all leaves.

Maybe the dove’s song

is to give hope

to the oak

of a time

yet to come.

As I listen to its song,

its sharing of secrets,

I am drawn within…

to my thoughts…

to my heart.

I find solace and peace

in its lilting melody

that transports me

from the moment

into a dimension beyond.

It is as if I am

listening to the wise advice

from a heavenly source…

to look about me,

to give gratitude

for the gifts bestowed on me…

for the love given and received.

As the sunlight permeates

the chilly morning air,

the dove flies off

to pass his wisdom on to others,

to soften the hearts of mankind.