This is another installment of my series (see also here and here) inspired by the picture below. I’m not 100% happy with this, as it’s my first attempt at a Petrarchan sonnet in probably multiple years, but I hope you enjoy it.
The dove of peace brings healing in its wings,
The shining sun comes not so far behind –
The easier some happiness to find,
As morning’s sea of pinkish hues it brings.
The dove is quiet yet it also sings
A song of courage to a tired mind,
A song of strength to prisoners unbind:
It’s souls which hear, not ears, inside it rings.
The dove of peace lets healing spread afar,
Inside one person it will not remain:
One point of love, a beacon like a star,
Compassion like the dew, and gentle rain.
From that can many faith-filled flowers grow,
No matter which direction the winds blow.