The Calling
A dove was sent from Ararat But no place found to rest, Returned to Noah seven days Before the second test Then when she brought an olive leaf To prove the flood was o'er, In seven days, she flew again - Returning, never more. The story ends with life renewed For Noah and each son And every pair within the ark - A world of love, begun But what of one remaining dove Who daily, more concerned, Began his search with aching heart For her who'd not returned? How sad, his plight, to watch her fly Three times and leave him there To, worried, wait until the last And now, this pained dispair In time, of course, he found his mate For doves today, we know. Yet still, they send their mournful cry As he did long ago
Roy Schaefer
"In Loving Memory"
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