A Dove’s Cry

A dove’s cry awoke me for the sunrise. My mind drifted back to a time earlier in the week when I heard a friend read aloud to me…“he sent the dove out from the ark. Then the dove came to him in the evening, and behold, a freshly plucked olive leaf was in her mouth; and Noah knew that the waters had receded from the earth.” *

Listening to the cooing I closed my eyes imagining this scene from the past. Within moments I was reminded to look outside. The past had been written so I could live in the promise of today with the hope of all tomorrow.

* Gen 8:10b-11

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