Mourning Dove
I used to think I would be spared,
From tragic loss that others bear.
But mourning dove flew in my door,
And perched herself within my soul.
How bittersweet to learn her name;
She’s deep compassion laced with pain.
She stays too long, and yet I see,
She frees in me the path to Thee.
© 2007 Pamela J. Jung, All Rights Reserved
I used to think I would be spared,
From tragic loss that others bear.
But mourning dove flew in my door,
And perched herself within my soul.
How bittersweet to learn her name;
She’s deep compassion laced with pain.
She stays too long, and yet I see,
She frees in me the path to Thee.
© 2007 Pamela J. Jung, All Rights Reserved
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