The Mourning Dove

The mourning dove

Can find no solace.

Is there no love

In a world so lawless?

 

Where can the mourning dove go?

When there is no one to guide him.

How can he truly grow?

With a view so dim.

 

Perhaps the Light can guide

The mourning dove to

Where he need not hide

And can change his views.

 

Time passes by quickly

And the dove learns much

With love laid out thickly

Yet it has such a light touch.

 

See the sky so bright,

Says the mourning dove.

Perhaps all can be right

Maybe there can be love.

 

One day the mourning dove

Felt the Light sink in deep.

He could feel its love

And it made him weep.

 

Love is beautiful and kind

Said the happy little dove

All that is bad is left behind

Because of this thing called love.

Author's Note

i hope you like the poem!