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FLY AWAY MY DOVE
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2003 Fly away my White Dove,
Your wounded wings have healed.
Fly away from this cage of love,
Let the winds of a New and more Pure Love
Take you to lands yet revealed.
Fly away my Dove,
Loosen the bandages which once seized you.
Fly away and escape the torment of being downward held.
Gates of Love are opened wide
To where The Sacrifice of True Love Forever Abides.
Fly away my Dove,
Stretch your wings anew.
Fly away and breathe again,
For a fresh new healing is about to begin.
Higher now you must soar,
To the Throne of heaven’s door.
Fly away my Dove,
With a freedom unbeknownst to you glide.
Fly away in sweet Holy abandonment
Upon Eternal Endless Love of Blue Sky ride.
Follow the Silver Thread into the breeze on which it was cast
For Palm to Palm it will Close THIS Circle of PROMISE PAST.
I will wait for YOU here with one gloveless hand
AS LONG AS IT TAKES in this moving air and sand.
When you Fly back to the door of my heart which has set you free,
Sing your Song of Knowing with notes of you and me.
Then Forever will I join with you from Tension Abstained
Ring from Right to Left, WE will move again.
TOGETHER we will fly to new heights from this Perch,
UNITED like never before in His Holy Church.
Drinking in our Memories from Jars of Clay,
WE share the Feast of “yets”, “nows”, and “will be’s” each day.
Time stands still as Hour Glass tips,
ALL is finally Healed when Sealed and Sured with
Wine Kisses given to each other’s lips.
I hear an ethereal orchestra
I hear an ethereal orchestra and waves of purest devotion in each swelling line. There's an expansive feeling of abandon that does, indeed, give the reader the experience of taking flight.
"Gates of Love are opened wide
To where The Sacrifice of True Love Forever Abides."
If that's not love, I don't know what is. Too many times humans have mistaken obsession and the need to possess for love, but here you have gloriously, rapturously, elevated the word "love" to its rightful place in the realm of the Divine.
"TOGETHER we will fly to new heights from this
Perch,
UNITED like never before in His Holy Church.
Drinking in our Memories from Jars of Clay,
WE share the Feast of "yets", "nows", and "will be’s"
each day."
Your subtle metaphors speak volumes about a love that is humble, wide open and utterly true ("gloveless hand" ,"Jars of Clay"), while your unabashed style reveals a rare sincerity that renewed this seeker's faith in the existence of an unconditional, unshakable union where happiness is found in giving more than receiving.
More than a love poem.
Love, personified.