There are two mourning doves on a wire as we round a bend in the road.
Male and female, they seem to wait for us there in the same place always.
We are holding hands, neighbors smile and wave as we go by.
All we left behind is as dust, all that lay ahead beckons to us.
Sing along to a Christian song on the radio, the windows are closed.
We can see the world but it can’t get in, I reach to gently stroke her hair.
She leans into my hand tenderly, i whisper:”i love you”
She whispers:”i love you more.”
I say:”i know…(playfully)
i love you but i love Him more.”
She says:”i know, before you knew yourself, i’ve always known.”
Who knows where such outings will end?
We are both “out to lunch”
literally according to the world.
She and i are one of a kind, be back soon… if it be God’s Will.
If the end of this road lay ahead today well, that’s fine too.
By a pond we arrive like exuberant children i watch… as geese take bread from her hand
“it tickles”, she says.
She is radiant, giddy, over-joyed, light as a feather like a ballerina.
Through her eyes i glimpse the Lord’s joy.