Gift of the Dove

Gift of the Dove

Entry:  11 September, 2013

Gift of the Dove

"The dove's song is its most distinctive characteristic. The voice of the dove is the rain song. Out of its mourning it invokes new waters of life. Its song should remind us that no matter what our life conditions, new waters and new life are still possible. Although its song is heard throughout the day, it seems more distinct at dawn and dusk. These are the "between times" - a time in which there is a thinning of the veils between the physical and the spiritual, the past and the future. Dove tells you to mourn what has passed, but awaken to the promise of your future. As a bird of prophecy it can help you see what you can give birth to in your life." ~~~ from Animal-Speak by Ted Andrews

 

A dove among hawks brings a treasure but you must be willing to search for her.......

 

 

 
Shards of sunlight flash against the white wings of a solitary flight, momentary prisms of all light, merely the absence of dark, spectrum spewing color across the earth below in rainbow curves.

The dove flies.

Swoosh of wind uplifting her higher into heaven where man has always gazed for proof of others, holding back the panic that he is alone and so very very small.

She circles the stars.

Tiny pinprick holes of hope punched into the unknown, but there up there where there has to be something, if not better, else that lies dormant.

And heads back to reality.

For one brief shining moment to escape the bonds of earth as something more, deeply profound,

Among what men’s eyes will see.

Something tucked beneath her wing,

Embedded in her feathers there,

Her message to be delivered.

        A creature of the sea, round and smooth, once alive and of the sand

        Perfect circle of no beginning and no ending just of being

        Etched upon its surface a story

        Hieroglyphics left of ancient warriors

        But who can read that now, with all so long dead and flung back into dust?

Dove knows.

She wings her way toward the one of there can be only One

All others forsaken by the allure of salvation

And return visits to the scene of the past.

Sound a barrier no more as her speed breaks it

Shattering the perfect circle

Breaking open the gift from the sea

Breaking her heart with the words of no…..

A tragedy.

Or is it?

        New beginnings come from endings evermore

        Until it is Wisdom herself whose offeratory is sung by the disbeliever.

        There really are no endings at all, Child, don’t you see?

        The sand dollar has given birth in flight

        To a multitude of heavenly host

        Mirror images of the dove herself

        Born knowing how to fly,

        And spreading out before the mother in dots of tiny diamonds

        Precious gems gliding in their newborn life like fireflies on the wind,

        Sprinkling the earth with their little deaths as they crash.

Souls shine on and on and on like that.

Because it only matters what’s on the inside.

And if you shatter in the process of this thing called life,

The one who can be only One will find you.

His smile will put you back together

And set you upright again, upright and walking

Into the sun.