The cooing of the doves is melodic for it has a flair all its own.
There is an untold peace that accompanies the doves.
See them perched upon the steeple.
The Sunday School bell begins to peel.
The doves fly away for a time but return later.
There is a joy that is accompanied by them.
Softer is the cooing at eventide.
For as the sun sinks in the west the birds become quiet.
Until the next day they will again coo as we see them; in the steeple.
Knowing God has put them there for a reason.
God is always perfect with whatever He does.
This is only one example of His perfection.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-1-29)