REACHING OUT

Oh, how I remember that day!Yes, I was reaching out,Wildly, desperately, reaching out.Looking earnestly for myself,Looking for answers,Looking for God, Love.

When there, there on the groundWas the shadow of a dove.Yet, I wanted no part of a shadow.So where, where is the dove?Please, where is the dove?And from within, a voice said,"Go away, go away, away....""But no," I persisted, "I want the dove."

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