A poem God inspired through me:

On the wings of the dove

You will fly , my Love.

On the wings of the dove.

The promises of your past

through the cultures of your people,

I have made you. 

To call you to be the messenger of hope,

of my love. 

We will move out of the shadows

and show the hopeless how to fly,

On the wings of a dove.

It is time to go my love,

The past is shaken-

and I have changed the tree

which grows through your roots.

No longer are you a willow

But the oak you see in your peaceful place of dreams,

Made manifest on the wings

stretched out to my morrow. 

On the wings of the dove

You will fly , my Love.

Till the sky burned to the scarlet hue of understanding

Nothing is separate from me.

The hope you will spread,

Will grow roots of greater generations

than any promise can comprehend. 

Love on wings,

Ready for you to fly. 

So fly ,my Love.

On the wings of the Dove.