by Bernadette Pallen (California, USA)
In the mouth of a dove,it returns with a leaf from an olive tree... storms and comfort zones; familiarity.The leaf - we sigha symbol of new beginningsbeautiful sunlight; the sun glistening.No longer submerged,under the disbelief and laughter of men;faith occurred; vindication.In times of storms and strongholds,sit under the olive tree,for heroes liveto have their stories told;the element of validity.
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