Wings As A Dove

"And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove!  for then would I fly away, and be at rest."  Psalm 55:6.  The psalmist finds himself in a state of concern.  Evil is about him.  He beholds the iniquity of the world.  Fear and horror are taking hold of him.  Indeed, the world is of such a nature.  There comes a time when the world and our place in it becomes too much.  We long for a freeing from all the negative acts of transgression and woe.  We are now in a place of sin.  We dwell in a land of inhumanity and vileness.  We long for a realm where all is good and pure.  We long for a land of holiness and righteousness.  Indeed, the world where God dwells is just such a place.  There the soul roams free.  They who reside in the heavenly realm are without discouragement and disillusionment.  The city of God is a place of rest.  The soul dwells in peaceful calm.  The ills of the world are forever gone.  As a dove lifts itself from the ground and flies upward to the tree top or even soars in the heavens, so we will one day fly to the land of sweet peace.  May we have the wings of a dove and fly away, away, away to ceaseless rest and unending joy.