Spirit Of The Dove

An ephemeral peacemaker stands oceanside framed by brooding storm clouds pierced with kaleidoscopic light, a solitary figure yet connected to invisible forces coursing through her upturned hand. With poised grace, she releases a white auric courier into the surrounding ambience, an emissary of reconciliation and concord sent forth to calm discordant undulations threatening vulnerable mariners adrift, terrified by rising swells. As she opens her slender fingers, faith glides out on gentle wings.

She knows sunlight ever awaits beyond the tempest’s dramatic display if we but shelter during necessary interludes of the soul. Listening offers solace when reaction cannot. With attunement to subtle signals she receives from non-verbal elements – whispering waves, compassionate clouds, communing creatures – guidance to maintain hope’s beacon through overwhelming trials. All of life’s kingdoms speak in Love’s symbolic tongue beckoning like a lighthouse for those lost at sea.

Attuned thus she interprets Divinity’s reassuring care flowing through creation’s wonder. Though waves break, the cherished design remains intact, nurtured by sweeping undercurrents that froth finally to the surface. Through Source, all creatures thrive together, none forgotten. However, lost perspective makes desert island exiles of us all. But in time, the dove returns with the redemptive sprig that promises suffering’s cessation and restoration. In the darkest depths, radiant beings swim the ocean.

Way-finding imparts resilience through emotional storms that could sink vessels, forging sailing strength through radical self-honesty. Yet once the flotsam and jetsam is cast into the water, new structures crystallise more luminous from the dissolved debris. What is discarded reveals enduring essence untouched beneath tempestuous surf subject only to love’s graceful pull toward distant shores that never may be seen. With love, we release the things we no longer need and they sail away.

Trust, as the dove exemplifies, with unruffled feathers that turmoil cannot upend peace at journey’s core. However, as illusion divides sibling from sister, faith serenely glides unperturbed through rain and thunder. The peacemaker knows through mirroring such courage that all must come home to harbour once voyages complete their destined acts. There remains ever a safe mooring reserved for mariners, however far they sail from wisdom’s shore.