Folded wings in retreat
in search of a sanctuary
a wounded dove looking
for a peaceful environment
going to the well many
times leaving empty
lonely folded wings sigh
wipes a tear from her eye
forever in flight always
seeking never finding
like a tight rope ever
binding.
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Plight of a wounded bird is described with a compassionate expression. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
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Just like many of us these days, searching every where for peace and contentment, but looking in the wrong place; as, it can only be found in Christ. A beautiful poem, Heather!