In the cool emptiness of bereavement, long after the owl called her name, emptiness fills you like an ice desert, and pointlessness touches the tip of every tick and tock of the clock. On your shores swims loneliness, big waves of dispair drench, breathless your heart aches and cramps, aches and cramps. Ebb and flow, ebb and flow. Life comes life goes ...
But be still my friend and listen. Hear the wings of the White Dove
fluttering at the window of your soul. Look carefully, inside you, turn your
beautiful eyes inward. Now you can Look and listen to the rhythm and the beat
and feel the pulse of the heat from your broken heart. Hear it? .. there is
someone tapping at the window to your soul and the door to your heart, the White
Dove is calling out to you.
In the early dawn, go back to your shores, for someone is coming.
Feel the sun bring the White Dove on magnificent rays of gold!!
Throw open your windows and doors!! Let the light of her love flood in,
for she has not passed away.... she is waiting to pass within you, forever within you.
Throw open your windows and doors!! Let the light of her love flood in,
for she has not passed away.... she is waiting to pass within you, forever within you.
