Humbly,

Your poetry runs deep with wisdom, admonition and care.  Thank you for all of it. -- Cal

A Supplication Proffered to the Lord on High expresses the hopes of many at five doves.

I include the last verse here:

We’re anxious to go, we’re ready to leave,

There’s nothing left here for which to cleave;

Please come get us, Lord, don’t tarry anymore,

Provide us with our wings-- we’re all set to soar!