There she sat, a beautiful mourning dove resting on a branch. Another dove, out of sight, was softly cooing. I’ve read that mourning doves were named for their sound…a haunting cry that stirs deep-hearted memories and offers natural comfort.
I suspect animals have purpose, just like we humans do. And perhaps the doves’ cry is meant to evoke powerful emotion, reminding us that a human heart is tender, and requires careful attention.
Listening to the primal call of a dove that morning, I realized my heart is my most prized possession.
How grateful I am for the awareness…
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