For weeks she stayed through rain and sun,
No flinch, no flight, no thought to run.
A mother’s vow, so still, so true
On my back patio, in full view.

She nested quiet, calm, and bold,
Through morning heat and evening cold.
A sentinel of feathered grace,
Guarding life in that small space.

And now—oh joy!—she lifts her wing,
To show the miracle she brings.
A tiny fluff with blinking eyes,
A breath of hope beneath blue skies.

No trumpet blared, no loud parade,
Just love in silence gently laid.
A story told without a word—
Of life renewed, and hearts assured.

So here they are—this gentle pair,
A gift from God, beyond compare.
A dove, her chick, beneath the eaves,
With faith that builds in quiet leaves.

“He will cover you with His feathers,
and under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”
Psalm 91:4 (NIV)

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop