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Topic: Hard and Soft (04/23/09)
- TITLE: Voice of the Turtledove
By Patricia Turner
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Where are you Lord?
Hugging my angora sweater tighter, I wander into the kitchen for a glass of water. I peek into the pantry and the refrigerator, but food doesn’t interest me. Opening a drawer I look at the pills inside and close it again.
Max, my collie, looks longingly at the door and goes to stand by his leash. I give him a wan smile and sit down again to stare out of the window. He comes over to me and puts his nose on my knee, looking up at me with a knowing, sympathetic look, his tail gently wagging.
Robert’s picture is on the table beside my chair. He’s smiling at me, that little half mocking smile that I remember falling in love with the first time we met. I reach over and turn the picture face down, sobbing. The grief is still just too fresh.
Lord, it’s just too hard.
After a while I wander again to the kitchen and open the drawer, this time reaching in to pick up the pill bottle and read its label. I’ve seen the warnings on TV. I drop the container back into the drawer even as that feeling I call “brain fog” comes over me again.
My counselor says to write in my journal. I take it out of the desk and sit again in front of the window. No words come to mind. I stare out of the window again.
Max drops onto the rug beside me with a sigh of resignation. He’s grieving too. Max was really Robert’s dog. Now, no one walks him or throws a ball. But Max is patient. He knows I just need time.
Rise up, my love, my fair one.
And, come away.
Suddenly Max is on his feet, his tail wagging vigorously now. I’m stirred from my drowsiness by a sharp bark.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is gone…
The voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Standing, I peer out at what appears to be a dove attempting to fight off two other birds; one a mockingbird, the other another dove.
I walk to the front door and open it. A breeze sweeps into the room and the fragrance of the honeysuckle we’d planted next to the front walk wafts in gently caressing my senses. Max dashes out, barking.
As the other two birds flee, the valiant dove turns bravely to face the barking dog. Max stops, confused. He takes a few tentative steps toward the bird. It moves sideways, dragging a wing that seems to be injured.
“Max, come boy.” Realizing it’s the phrase Robert always used, I brush back a tear. Then a smile softens my countenance as hope begins to break through the fog. I just stand in the doorway, looking at the wounded bird. A ray of light slants through the clouds. I look up and see a patch of blue sky.
The dove slowly hobbles towards me. But as I approach him, he uses his one good wing to propel himself half-flying away.
Reaching the street I’m intent on the bird. I haven’t been outside for a long while.
“Good morning Amanda. It’s good to see you out and about again.” It’s my neighbor, Maris Johnson, also a widow. Guiltily, I wave, flashing a quick smile, retreating again to the safety of the front door. Out of the corner of my eye I see the dove stop moving, calmly watching me.
Maris’ laugh is musical and infectious. “That dove certainly has you in his sights.”
“Something’s happened to its wing.” I venture tentatively. Max’s feathery tail fans my leg.
Maris starts toward the bird, which suddenly takes flight, winging over the roof of a nearby house.
“Miraculous healing.” She laughs again pleasantly.
On impulse, I hear myself saying “Would you drop over for dinner tonight?”
“Yes, of course”, she responds.
Musing on the odd occurrence with the dove as I reenter the kitchen, I pick up Robert’s bible from the counter and open it to read the second chapter of Song of Solomon.
Removing the pills from the drawer I drop them in the trash without hesitation.
“Come on Max! Let’s go for a walk down to the park boy.” The delighted dog and I dance as I grab his leash and ball and head for the door.
Song of Solomon (Song of Songs) NKJV
Chapter 2 10:13
10 My beloved spoke, and said to me:
“Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away.
11 For lo, the winter is past,
The rain is over and gone.
12 The flowers appear on the earth;
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove
Is heard in our land.
13 The fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the vines with the tender grapes
Give a good smell.
Rise up my love, my fair one,
And come away!
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