God's love, Dove, Prayer, Poem, Thoughts

Early in the meadow lies a little dove
Looking, always looking, to God straight above.

As he looks through the cattails to the river by the shore
He knows his confusion shall ever be no more.

He raises his head this tiny little bird
Then raises his voice so his heart can be heard.

God reaches down from Heaven, picks the poor child up
Sending love to the tiny bird sitting in His strong hands cupped.

The little dove is staring into God’s sparkling eyes
And knows if he wanted to, he could be his own demise.

But something here is different – today is his reprieve.
He is placed on the shoreline and thinks that God will leave.

As he looks to the Heavens thinking this is true
He hears God's own voice saying – “Never...I will always be here with you”.

Little Bird