The eagle and the dove

. . .  O that thou mightest be like unto this river, continually running into the fountain of all righteousness!
First Nephi. Chapter Two. Verse 9.

I'm just a little dribble

that meanders to and fro.

I've dried up many times before,

and otherwise I'm slow.

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The mighty coursing river

that runs to the fount of God

is something I aspire to,

yet I feel way too flawed.

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Still I can keep on flowing

with the waters of pure love,

offering mild succor 

to the eagle and the dove.