Every morning a dove comes to visit the detox centre.
She comes to the front door. Unfazed and at ease.
The staff enthusiastically wakes us.
We watch her in our scrubs. She watches us in her own issued outfit.
It’s difficult not to overthink a daily dove visit.
She embodies some kind of peace. Over our morning cups of coffee.
She somehow feels like the freedom we’re fighting for.
Is it a miracle that a dove comes to watch over us?
I dive deep for spiritual signifiers. Synonyms for hope and harmony.
Limitless biblical iconography. Endless artwork over centuries.
It’s all there, yes.
Perhaps this is truly a divine demonstration. A sign. A universal awakening.
And wouldn’t that be staggering.
But no. Not this morning.
I won’t scrutinize this. And immortalize her gentle mystery.
We will keep it simple.
She will eat her seeds. I will eat my oats.
And we will just be together.
Both grateful for the blue sky.
And another sober day.
Very insightful and poetic.
Your writing is wonderful Jordan!
I'm taking a writing course right now and attempting to write a book..fiction. The ability to create a story that you cannot stop reading has always been a mystery to me, but now I have an even great appreciation for the craft.
Keep going Jordan. You are a gifted, valued soul that this world must not lose. xox