He wanders back and forth, from end to end.
Picking up the tiny seeds, until he's had enough,
Then back into the trees, he flies again.
Today from out of no where, came a big gray cat,
Sneaking up behind my feathered friend,
I raised the window quickly, the dove then flew away,
Never knowing the danger he'd been in.
This makes me think about our lives, and of the hidden sin,
That satan tries to tempt us with each day,
And like the dove, we're firmly gripped, away from satan's harm,
By our loving Father's watchful eyes and ways.
Jeannette E. Smith
April 29, 2004