Dove of love with an olive branch…

The earth is longing for you

With hope of peace and promise of release

From prisons of pain and storm.

Pure and free, the first and the last,

With gentle and yet ferric strength,

Your olive branch is offered to all--

Every nation, and color, and bent.

 

The earth cries out as she sees you fall,

Deflated and berated, all hope negated,

The olive branch loosened, but not lost;

Why do you falter, dove of love?

What burden do you bear

That causes you to dip and waver

And struggle through the air?

 

She speaks softly, the dove of love…

So quiet yet so resolute:

“It’s my wings you see, they work against,

They don’t move in harmony.

The left one cries freedom, mercy, equality--

It will not be bound or constrained.

The right one cries morality, honor, authority--

It will not give, understand or explain.

They defy and deny, refusing to hear

the heartbeat that sounds as one.

Yet I fly on, olive branch held tight

Til righteousness and mercy meet.”

 

And when will they meet, dove of love?

When will the heartbeat be heard?

“The heartbeat, in power, will sound out the hour

When harmonic angels arrive;

Then left and right will no longer strive,

Their strength will diminish and die.

 

Light and Truth will lift me high;

The earth will look up as the olive branch falls,  

Bringing hope of peace and promise of release

From prisons of pain and storm,

To every nation, and color, and form.”