Red Dove
Two constructs woven together
sheltering from mortality.
Morsels of hope are plucked
from the chasm of faith
that straddles the barren plain.
Each leading
the fear of flight.
Many have tread here,
but each walks alone, fired
by the blood of man and God.
Jonathan Sarrow
5/11/03
- Collections: Pigeons
Other Work From Wren Woodward Sarrow
