Bird Offering

A new poem from my Torah Poems Series

The little bird

the homeless dove

domestic only

to its Creator's love

It is her offering

It is his offering

to The Name

It is their offering

to the Father

and to The Name

It is their heart and soul

It is their mind and strength

just a little bird

a lost and longing bird

the flying letters

of the silent word

It is their sacrifice

their heart and soul

their truth and vice

returning to the Father

homing to His Name

Not slaughtered with a knife

but with the pinch of death

they return their life

And with the flaming feather

and the bite of truth

to their Boaz

they send up their Ruth

to the Name

and to the Father

whose merciful love

and compassionate grace

and his slowness to anger and

his even breath 

is stronger than death

Whose truth is abundant kindness

Whose abundant kindness is truth

He is the source and protector and

preserver of kindness

every day of every life 

in the flock of his doves

for a thousand lives with a thousand lives

forgiving a thousand wrong loves

and a thousand deaf hearts and ears

and a thousand sinful fears

cleansing the skies

cleansing all hearts and eyes

where his eternal dove flies

to him

The little homeless dove

longing for her owner's love

Her soul is her sacrifice

It is her offering

It is his offering

to the Name

It is their offering

to the Father

and to The Name