The dead sparrow in its gray topcoat of feathers, lies on the light gray, cemented road. The song from its beak silenced. Its shiny, silky wings unstretched. Its wide-open eyes staring without seeing the sky above. Its soul seeking the white, fluffy clouds and golden gates; leading to a castle made of dazzling sunflowers.
What saint or angel carries the small sparrow’s soul? Most of all, what burdens its heart of crystal gold? The weight of the heart clings to the concrete, while the soul so lite floats away; seeking a destination where death is a beginning.
In eternal paradise, the once dead sparrow flies freely; like a dove, here for peace and love. We once sang, “His eye is on the sparrow, so I know he watches me.” Through the sparrow’s light blue eyes, he searches for his lost heavenly halo.
His spirit wings fly above the cotton candy clouds, the promise of the halo in a distant glow.
The heavenly sparrow soars wide and long, searching for his lost song. Inside the glow an angel speaks, “Head back to the living you have more songs to tweet.” The risen sparrow, now a golden dove; sings sweet music from above.
White wings skim green trees, the reincarnated bird rides the breeze. Its beauty strikes the dark world causing the golden sun to shine, and he sees another dove on the horizon line. His lost song is found in his new true love. Wing to wing fly the two love doves. In their new fond love they find the once lost halo. In their newfound love they find the meaning of rebirth.
Baptized in the love song they both sing, their heavenly rebirth lights the world. We should learn from the dove the true meaning of love. That is why doves represent peace, so that all terrible violence will cease; and that’s why love is peaceful and sweet, love conquers anger in one heartbeat.
Through their heartbeats and their true love, they sing their enchanted melody from above. And that’s the meaning of the dove, for one’s power and another’s True Love.