TENDERED ARMS
by Louise Gallagher

White dove
riding high
trailing winds

blowing

wings folded
bearing arms
tendered
where angelic hosts
render peace
out of nothing

windblown

breathless
white wings folded
resting
in hope
born of
nothing more
than air
moving through time

standing still

a breadth
of sky
consuming
all
matter
becoming
nothing
breathing
into nothing
knowing nothing
more than

a belief

peace
will come
when white doves
sail
on windblown
skies
and earth turns
in time
to find
peace
bearing arms
of Love.