Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Doe of Salvation

His eyes were lifted to the heavens above
He sighed and drifted to a place filled with love
And his soul which had hunted found its quarry at last
As the doe of salvation came wandering past

Well he faltered a moment before drawing his bow
Mesmerized by the wonder of his sacred doe
And he knew all his friends would have laughed at the thought
That he, the great huntsman had missed such a shot

So he drew his fell arrow and leveled the bow
In a straight steady line with the breast of the doe
But his fingers were trembling, his breath coming short
At the thought of destroying  the beast just for sport

With gentle heart pounding he lowered his aim
And fell to his knees in repentance and shame
But the doe stepped toward him with head proud and high
Standing fearless before him she looked in his eye

For your mercy, my brother, she cried, a reward!
You shall dwell evermore in the grace of the Lord
His eyes were uplifted to heaven above
He sighed and he drifted to a place filled with love

And his soul which had hunted found its quarry at last
As the doe of salvation came wandering past.



Alison Day
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