Gift Poem by Adrian Flett

Warm sounds of dove's gentle call
quicken and enliven the song
as it floats freely given
a thing of volition.

You can feel the whisper of the wings
they bear and carry it there
as unheralded softly it settles
so softly now it settles.

While faith wants you to believe
something in order to receive
hope the thing with feathers offers its gift
to all, asks nothing: is freely given

as neither present nor offering do, but
a strong gentle vibrancy of a gift ranks
and carries no need of response
of gratitude or of thanks.

As a gift softly echoes
its warm still voice
casts wrinkles in the air
then so gently settles.