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 I Once Was Blind But Now I See

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The Congregating of the White Doves



In a little country area are the white doves.
They converge; in the meadow, down below the mountainside.
They are all white doves  as to why this is so no one knows.
The white doves will freely fly in the steeple at the church.
Cooing as they will the sound is heard among the silent bells.
Soon the bells will peel forth an anthem or a hymn of faith.
It is then the white doves will cease their cooing.
See the countryside and know the love of God shines throughout the area.
For the sight is something beautiful to see and will be long remembered.
Cherish the love one is able to feel with the white doves cooing.
Knowing as they do they are making melody in their hearts to their Creator.
As we leave the countryside the cooing of the white doves are still heard as we travel away.
Knowing as we return the next Sunday we will be enthralled again to hear the same.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)







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