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In this season when Christians await the coming of the Prince of Peace, and in light of another tragic shooting rampage in our country, this time ripping the lives of innocent young children from their families in Newtown, Connecticut, I share this prayer poem that I wrote six years ago. As we offer our prayers for God’s comfort for the grieving, I hope that we also offer our determination to collectively work as communities and as a nation toward preventing this kind of senseless violence in the future.
The dove is a symbol of peace – a peace we so desperately need in our lives, our communities, and our world! The dove is also a symbol of God’s promise that we are not alone; nor are we lacking the spiritual resources necessary to seek change in our hearts or in our world.
The Song of the Dove
In this season of crisp air,
billowy clouds,
and heightened senses,
I go in search of the place
where eternity lies peacefully in a manger.
I go in search of the place
where the humblest of God’s children
come with little more than adoration
to worship a newborn baby
whose name means “God saves.”
They come bearing unadorned gifts
of simple lives and trusting hearts,
and I see what is expected of me.
In this troubled world, this vengeful time,
with its endless supply of weapons,
its young all too ready to use them,
I hold stubbornly to life
with every ounce of hope within me,
and the prayer that forever forms in my soul
is a prayer for peace.
Forgive us, gentle Savior.
We, of all the earth’s people,
need to hear the song of the dove.
Words (c) 2006, Mark Lloyd Richardson
Thank you for the comfort of these words.
You’re welcome, honey.
I was thinking this morning, “I wonder what Mark Richardson will write today (in light of yesterday’s tragedy).” I just knew you’d write, and that it would be special. Thank you for sharing this lovely poem.
Thanks, Janet, for your kind words. Peace, Mark
…”with every ounce of hope within me,
and the prayer that forever forms in my soul
is a prayer for peace…”
Mark, this is lovely. I, too, find that the god within me always always turns toward hope, always the prayer eventually forms in my soul — one of peace. yes. you captured it, mark. Thank you for sharing this poem.
Blessings,
Lisa
Thank you for sharing your comments, Lisa. Let us pray for peace, beginning in ourselves and extending to those whose hearts and lives are shattered. Blessings to you, Mark
Beautifully written! We all seek peace in a world that provides little! We turn our hearts to our saviour and his loving embrace. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for your comment.
I always find such loving comfort here at your blog Mark. Thank you for so eloquently sharing the hope we must choose to focus on. May our hearts find comfort, and may we all be at peace.
With gratitude for you and your wise writings, Gina
Thank you, Gina. My goal is to offer hope with my words, so I am glad they speak to you in that way. Grace and peace, Mark
We must approach the manger like the shepherds of old, in humble gratitude for a Lord that deigns to take human form and live among us, such as we are.
Very true, Connie. Thanks for sharing your comment. Blessings, Mark