I am  the softly cooing dove

the sunlight shining from  above

the gusting of the rustling wind

the composting of fallen leaves

surrendered by the towering trees

i am the traffic on the road

and in the ragdoll newly sewed

. in the freshly fallen quince

and in the birdbath newly rinsed

i am in the range of the teachers dart

with the possibility of realizing the Most Perfect Heart

I am in the heart of the itinerant worker

and equally present in the stance of the eternal shirker

I am in a sacred moment aware

  of the I given to all by God's most precious care...

I am in Love and Devotion

in soft words largely unspoken
in that eternal space within

where by Grace, despite some sin

I am held in the most tender embrace
with the fiercest of gentle Love

                                 

                                                   In the eternal presence of the cooing dove