The Cooing and Fluttering of Doves
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So sweet and gentle they all look in their way
Wondering eyes hugs pile on you to stay
Smiles gone wild as faces find such wonder
Secret stares of a party with laughing sounds of thunder
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Sweet these feather dusted clouds of tender style
Victories’ and defeats both smelling sweet all the while
Thrusting to heaven their ribbons first and fifteenth place
Happily living with grace in some glorious place
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We, with our worry, envy, jealousy, anger
Hate, fear, with ego, and isolated danger
They, with their Peace, happiness, and laughter
Wonder, excitement, and loving like a master
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Now I understand why we call them Special
Hovering overhead is a halo happy vessel
Earths additives and nutrients for the soul
Who helps who to learn, who helps who to grow
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Who helps who to know?
These
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Our gentle moments
Our need to love someone else
Our arms soaked in righteous understanding
Our kindness defining our faces in laughter
Our warm hearts swelling from love ever after
Who is the student, who is the master?
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Once I felt sorry for these angels with grins,
How could I have ever been so very wrong?
These Special agents
Of love
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The cooing and fluttering of doves
