A Turtle Dove Healed and Freed

A Turtle-Dove Healed and Freed

In fog, I soared into a smoke-hued shed,

A broken-winged bewildered turtle-dove;

A loving Servant had me slung and fed,

as if a Savior summoned from above.

And fully healed, the Servant passed me then,

To some forsaking Landlord who did jest

To be a caring owner, though in truth,

I was mistreated, fondled, far from blessed.

The Servant heard my cries within the glass

And, waiting for the Landlord then, to part,

He came upon my tiny cage of brass,

His footsteps tuned with beatings of my heart.

I’ll never love a Soul more dear than He,

who jarred my door and threw away the key.