Poem: My hopping Dove

A dove!

Flying out of an old! Old Ark!

Searching the lands filled

With water after great floods

Flying into an old! Old Ark!

A branch in it’s beak!

Telling us, the floods are over!

Telling us of new life!

A signal  of Hope!


Hope for redemption.

Hope for better.

Hope for new.

Hope for restoration.

Hope for prosperity.


                               ~ Tikva whose scars sparkle ~

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