by Debbie Paulsen

Created on: November 02, 2008

A White Dove At My Window
A True Testimony

One cold winters Morning

I dropped to my knees in prayer,

Snow and Ice were at the window,

I asked Lord?

Are You really there?

I asked for a sign,

I begged and I pleaded

I made promises

if you granted

what I thought

I needed.

His response is embedded

forever in my mind

A beautiful

wintry moment,

Frozen

forever

in time.

A fluttering disturbance,

through the frosted glass

Caught my eye,

I was filled with peace and wonder

To stunned to question why.

In a cold northern state, at the wrong time of year,

When blue Jays and cardinals are all that are here. . .

It Was A Dove.

A beautiful White Dove

Sent from Him for me to see,

Through the cold impersonal glass,

separating it from me.

Glowing white purity,

In A halo of sunlight,

It beat against my window pane

In a graceful Hovering flight.

How symbolic I think now,

As I look back

and clearly see,

How frantic was the beat of wings

As it tried to reach out to me.

Like the frantic search

For world peace,

So close,

but

somehow

always

just

out of reach.

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