A Dove in the Distance

A dove in the distance fluttered,
flitting through the forest——
unable to recover
she flew up, flustered, hovering
circling round her lover;
having thought the thousand
years to the Time of the End
about to come, she was
confounded in her designs,
and tormented by her lover,
over the years was parted
from Him——her soul descending
bared to the world below.
She vowed never again
to mention His name, but deep
within her heart it held,
as though a fire burning.
Why be like her foes?
Her bill opens wide
toward the latter rain
of your salvation; her soul
within her faith is firm,
and she does not despair,
whether she is honored
through His name or whether
in disdain brought low.
Let God, our Lord, come
and not be still:  Around Him
storms of fire rage.

Translation copyright 2004 by Peter Cole. All rights reserved.