A lonely dove struggled above <br />an ocean without a shore. <br />Weary of crying, "I am dying, <br />help me, I can fly no more." He wept alone and tried to wing on <br />but was too spent with pain. <br />He had no nest, or place of rest, <br />and fell, never to rise again. Now there is an empty space <br />where the lonely dove once flew. <br />For on one at all heard his haunting call <br />and only the Father his anguish knew. Now there is an empty space <br />where the lonely dove once flew. <br />For no one at all heard his haunting call <br />and only the Father his anguish knew. <br />Now just an empty silence falls <br />where the lonely dove cried alone. <br />For his calls ceased as he made his peace <br />and a deaf and blind world turns on.<br /><br />Kathy Dyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonely-dove/
