Analysis of ’A Poem of One Syllable - God’s Own Dove

Come to me and feel the peace
Dwell in this space – a place of faith
Give up the need to foil self-love
Life is yours, nigh is the gate.

Caught in a mire of times past
Doubt is fraud … robs the now
Watch for the dream
It may come true
For you are the one – you to you

Turn down the rogue we call rue
It bears more grief … our soul to mourn
Light seeps through the wounds veil
To joy we greet …bliss we hail

On knees bent we exile the home of lies
Hate is death … loss …. pain
Clinching tight to life’s spirit
Mend it’s breath with hope

Hold the light – your soul so true
Loss reigns in hearts of pain
Robs joy…mirth …bliss
Crave no more the path so pure

Laugh out loud
Love with care
Trust with meek sight
Reach out with arms bold

Let your soul rest
Long has been your flight
Oh dear one … God’s own dove