A Bing Image
POETRY By Father Elias Friedman, OCD
Doves in the Courtyard
“They stop breathing, as they eye
my shadow, this side the window-pane,
though I meant real well by them,
scattering good bread and meal.
“I leave their world to start my day,
they murmuring mild antiphons,
to turn to man’s, of groan and grief
and healings of the Holy Spirit.”
These doves replicate the quails that feed early before the sun rises on the back deck, then quickly take flight as they feel my presence.
scribeforlove.wordpress.com 