" NO GREATER LOVE THAN THE DOVE "

A golden dove above
A feather riding the warmth
Landed in the lap of my brother
As he sat naked in a yoga pose
Communing with God and smiling

~ When these words came to him ~

I am the true vine and my Father the gardener
As my Father has shown me all alone
I will not fall, I will only sing
Sing the great words of "The Way"
Happy and full of play
Giving pieces of my heart
And waiting for your refrain

He who has an ear, let him hear
What His voice sings to the heart
She who has an ear, let her hear
What He sings to the church inside you

He has put his loving arms around me
And I have sprouted wings of feathers
As I ride the golden thermals
I find myself nearer to true Love
Than I have ever been

No greater Love than the Dove
No greater song than his joy...

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)