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Listening to the doves...

I woke up this morning and sauntered out to my back porch
There in the new dawn I listened intently to the doves cooing
Haunting almost in the fresh moistness from the rain last night
What a beautiful sound and feel to my skin in the dampness
A new beauty of this planet made my eyes see more then before
Even the mud seemed to be aching to give a place for new birth
Little bits of grass shined within it also the stones made by time
The rocks where showing their true colors wet from the fresh rain
I wanted to just stay there where there was no news playing
I didn’t want to hear of famine or wars and rumors of wars
I just wanted to sit and breathe in the freshness of our plant
The mountain in the distance seemed ominous before me
What happened I thought in my dreams to make me so aware?
Life really can play a toll on the psyche making one unaware
I wanted to bring this beauty of God’s grace to everyone I knew
Somewhere on the earth a dog was howling shivering in the cold
Why don’t people just live with a love for all things, I thought
I wish I could stay in the strange bubble I was in, so protected
But I knew I had to go into my home and feel the fake reality
People make life seem so hard but really we just need to live
Wake up and walk through this time, can’t we also see the universe
I wondered if I had some say in my life here to come, have I forgotten?
I am sure when I came forth to this earth I was excited to be here
But now with my parents moved on to the heavens I miss them
Did my mother look off and think of the world as I do I am pondering
Did she sit on her porch in the dawn of fresh rain and did she
Hear the doves cooing beneath the ominous mountain
Will my children sit on their porches in the fresh rain in the future?
Just in awe quiet and breathing listening to the doves cooing