The Shadow of the Dove

When dawn’s ribbon of glory around the world returns

and the earth emerges from the deep


The shadow of the dove is seen

as she flies across landscape and city.


Over the warm breast of the earth she skims,

her shadow falling on

the watcher in the tower,

the refugee in the ditch,

the weary soldier at the gate.


The shadow of peace

falls across the all-night sitting of a council,

across the tense negotiators

around a table.


The shadow of hope

is cast across the bars of a hostage cell

filling with momentary light

rooms tense with conflict,

bringing a brief respite,

a sliver of gold across the dark.


She flies untiring

across flooded fields,

across a nation divided by hate and fear,

across a city wreathed in smoke.


The shadow of reconciliation,

the dove of peace

with healing in her wings,

is felt and seen and turned towards

as she makes righteousness shine

like the dawn,

the justice of her cause

like the noonday sun.


Holy Spirit of love,

bring healing, bring peace.

Kate McIlhagga

            Italics: SEJR

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