She is so graceful
With her gray brown silky feathers
Peering at me from the backyard fence
I startle her and she leaps up from the ground with a shriek.
She gently settles on the branch facing me
Is she there in synchronicity with my morning reading, prayers, meditations on Luke 9 and Luke 10?
On walking the way of peace even among wolves.
After all, she is a dove who symbolizes peace
She stretches her wings out a few times
She seems to stare at me
We humans struggle with violence and nonviolence
In empire, war, poverty, nuclear weapons and environmental destruction.
I hope to spend more time with this beautiful creature
Taking in her presence
On this sunny, green, budding Spring morning
In the western hemisphere that is sending
violence to my great sadness.
In the name of God only knows, surely not in my name
For the God of peace that I know
Does not send out weapons of death, hurt, destruction
But sent me Jesus of peace and the Galilee seventy two of Luke 10
To invite people out of war, poverty, and empire
Into a new life of loving nonviolence (footnote: p 13, John Dear, Walking The Way)