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
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