2. Mai 2021
When dawn’s ribbon of glory around the world returns / and the earth emerges from sleep – // The shadow of the dove is seen / as she flies across moor and city. / Over the warm breast of the earth she skims, / her shadow falling on / the watcher in the tower, / the refugee in the ditch, / the weary soldier at the gate. / The shadow of peace / falls across the all-night sitting of a council, / across the tense negotiators / around a table. // The shadow of hope / is cast across the bars of a hostage cell / filling with momentary light / rooms tense with conflict, / bringing a brief respite, / a sliver of gold across the dark. // She flies untiring / across flooded fields, / across a city divided by hate and fear, / across a town wreathed in smoke. // The shadow of reconciliation, / the dove of peace / with healing in her wings, / is felt and seen and turned towards / as she makes righteousness shine / like the dawn, / the justice of her cause / like the noonday sun. // Holy Spirit of love, / bring healing, bring peace.
Kate Mcllhagga, The shadow of the dove, Iona Community 2004