The Dove

May the birdsong bear my promise
My soul is caressed by thy kiss
I beheld in the dawn a single dove
In the clouds that wept above
And the chill the wind did bear
Could not slay, for thou wert there
And though clouds obscured the blue
I felt the cerulean star born anew
When I watched the sailing of thy words
With the fluttering of the birds
From the distant swaying tree
And my soul stirred happily.
May the birdsong of the early hours
Shine on the treasure that is ours
I hear it now and sing so free
My lips waiting to know thee
And this clouded day cannot be cold
With thy hand here to hold.