I found a little dove, so hurt
Beneath our mulberry tree,
I cradled her within my hands
and whispered tenderly.
Come, little one, I'll love you so
And God and I will care,
We'll keep you safe and feed you now
And try to just be there.
I felt that God had sent this dove
To touch me with His love,
To let me know just as I saw,
He sees me from above.
And just as how I cared for her
He's caring for me too,
Gently cradling me with love
My every hurt to soothe.
And so, with tears I nursed the dove
With dropper gave her drink,
And tucked her warm within a box
But, her neck she couldn't lift.
How weakly she would swallow
How wan she lay there, still,
Her tiny breaths so soft
I prayed for her God's will.
Two nights and then she learnt to suck
And coo-ed a little bit,
I gave her mushy seed
Oh my, she had some pluck.
For her neck was drooping so
I didn't think she'd live,
Beneath her swollen eye, a hole
I knew that soon I'd grieve.
Third day and she was fading fast
Gasping through her beak,
Her little body colder now
I knew she was too weak.
Midday as I came to her
I knew that she'd be gone,
And sure enough, the little dove
Had flown where she belonged.
And so I tucked that empty shell
Beneath our guava tree,
There' I said ' My little dove
You'll give us fruit to eat.'
The sunflower mush that I had made
I found is good for lunch,
I snack on crackers, and tear up
On how my life she touched.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems ©March 2012
Poetry From The Heart
Even the sparrow has found a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may have her young
a place near your altar,
O LORD Almighty, my King and my God.
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?
Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart
from the will of your Father.
So donít be afraid;
you are worth more than many sparrows.
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?
Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.
Indeed, the very hairs of
your head are all numbered
Donít be afraid;
you are worth more than many sparrows