I See Doves
Hope is the match striking the box
to light the candle.
Hope is the bud unfurled to sing
a full bloom.
Hope is the wind through the chimes
teasing the trees to join the tune.
Hope is the fullness of the flame
at the altar,
Sending prayers to the world
And freedom and,
Many, many doves.
– Mare Cromwell
New Market, MD