The melancholy cooing call
of the mourning dove
has returned –
so soon redeeming
this dark, sleepy moment of mid-winter –
perched somewhere outside my window
as I pray,
his faithful wooing voice calls out
to whom?
I would like to think
the cooing is for me –
in that wooing,
perhaps,
God is welcoming me into the day,
allowing the tone of Love
to be the first voice heard,
and felt
deep down in the
cavern of my heart.
Maybe it is God,
cooing just for me –
yet even if it is not,
my heart remains full
by the return of my friends,
the mourning doves.
Jessica L. Morris 
Beautiful!
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Good morning Jessica, hope you’re doing well🙋🏻♂️🌞 i’m back in Cuba, reading your emails as inspiration. As always thank you🙏🏻I’ve been missing you guys at the morning meeting, the short answer is I can’t get my ass out of bed in time to get there 🙂 🙂 I’m hoping that by the time I get back I will be seeing you at the meetings again. I’ll be back March 5. Look forward to seeing you the Saturday after that.
Best regards,
Jeff🌞❤️🙋🏻♂️🙏🏻
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