Chasing the Dove

A short story of my pursuit of happiness.

Chasing the Dove

They say a dove stands for something.

They say it stands for a few things.

All of them make sense to me.

The form of good spirits, 

being in the right place at the right time.

Most accurately, the dove stands for love.

Even more so, love stands for God.

I've chased this dove my whole life,

never understanding all I had to do was stop.

Stop chasing so hard,

because it was chasing me to start.

I'd followed that trail of white feathers everywhere.

Never did I know I was running the wrong way, 

leading the dove to all places it never wanted to be.

Now the only thing I have left,

after I'd scared everything else away,

all that's left now is my dove.

I've never touched it, never held it.

Only pursued it, only led it.

Now lost all ambition to chase anything at all.

Only so I could stop to see it all.

To see it was chasing me,

trying to change my way.

Too stubborn, too selfish, 

I never could hear His whisper, "follow me this time".

Those words play over like an echo from infinity. 

How could I ever forget?

He knows where my heart is,

He knows how to get there.

All I have to do is trust,

the hardest thing I've ever tried, 

trying to get where?

Not to rely on my own understanding, 

since I'd failed myself every time before.

Follow the dove, follow the feathers,

it's all in place for you now.

I will not lose sight of you.

I will run across this water,

since you skipped across like a stone.

I will walk through these fires,

since your wings were not burned.

I'd fallen to defeat chasing you before, 

but you stayed around to make sure I could hear.

How can you do all these things?

A question that will never have an answer. 

Such a rare beauty, 

truly one of a kind.

I have no other choice.

Stop chasing and stop speaking,

start hearing and keep following.

I must trust my love dove,

Only it knows where I'm going.