A turtle dove walks holding a twig in its beak,
Stops briefly.
Looks around.
Walks again.
One twig.
It is an important one
In order to make its nest.
It can easily find
The right twigs
In this time.
If I were a turtle dove
and made my nest,
I would be hectic
and run around
gathering many twigs
at the same time.
Even though the turtle dove
Was laughed by
Clouds and wind,
It doesn't hurry up.
Something fixes everything.
Everything will just fall into place
because it knows that.
Slowly
Like hit or miss,
It will carry
Valuably and slowly
A twig that
It catches in its eyes.
How did it decide to make a nest?
The female that lays an egg?
Does it really wait for him?
Will its egg really hatch?
You just make a nest because spring comes?
I don't think so.
I recognize if I see its eyes.
The turtle dove has confidence
And begin to make its nest.
Its eyes
unshakably clear.
God's promise is
kept there.