It's All Love Coos… A Turtle Dove Poem by Mark Heathcote

He who vents anger towards god
and says he doesn't exist?
Couldn't-be more of a believer
then he who goes church on Sunday
to validate a new growing faith
by praying like a shipmate a wreck
in a turning turbulent ocean
looking for shelter, mouthing
in the water whist, he's drowning
in the throes of his saviour
there's no difference betwixt
these two' it's all love.
It's all love - it's all love
coos… a turtle dove.