A White Dove at My Window : a True Testimony

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 that 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.