"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing —
to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from —
my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing,
all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."


~C.S. Lewis




Sunday, September 22, 2013

Mourning doves

The wild dove answers
with longing hymn
the questions unasked
by a memory dimmed
and her plea is echoed
in hope high brimmed
for the wild dove
sings of life.