The Ballad of the Dove

Christine Paris

Early one spring, as the night sky burst into dawn and as the raindrops formed a shimmery coat upon the land, a pure white dove rose to meet the wind. The warm wind carried her along as she flew. She was searching for peace. She spread her wings and flew through sunshine. She spread her wings and flew through rain. She flew over water, then over land again. She flew and she flew but she could not find peace. She also could not give-up her search.

Early one summer, as the night sky burst into dawn and as the dew drops formed a shimmery coat upon the land, a pure white dove rose to meet the wind. The hot wind carried her along as she flew. She was searching for peace. She spread her wings and flew through sunshine. She spread her wings and flew through rain. She flew over water, then over land again. She flew and she flew but she could not find peace. She also could not give-up her search.

Early one fall, as the night sky burst into dawn and as the frost formed a shimmery coat upon the land, a pure white dove rose to meet the wind. The cool wind carried her along as she flew. She was searching for peace. She spread her wings and flew through sunshine. She spread her wings and flew through rain. She flew over water, then over land again. She flew and she flew but she could not find peace. She also could not give-up her search.

Early one winter, as the night sky burst into dawn and as the snowflakes formed a shimmery coat upon the land, a pure white dove rose to meet the wind. The cold wind carried her along as she flew. She was searching for peace. She spread her wings and flew through sunshine. She spread her wings and flew through snowflakes. She flew over ice, then over land again. She flew and she flew but she could not find peace. She also could not give-up her search.

One day, a beautiful rainbow bent down from out of the sky just to kiss the earth. The pure white dove rose and followed the rainbow as she followed her heart's desire.

She danced through the air in a ballad with the warm and gentle breeze. She spread her wings and she flew through sunshine. She spread her wings and she flew through rain. She flew over water, then over land again, but she did not search for peace. All the while it had been in her heart, she just had to listen for it.

©2003 Christine Paris
christineparis1@yahoo.com

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