When you hear a mourning dove cooing softly in the morning, it might be a reminder of the Holy Spirit, to comfort you. He is as close as a whisper in your ear. O, my Dove, my Beloved, I trust You, by faith, to be my Comforter and to be with me forever. Breathe your gentleness back into my broken heart and into my dry bones. I lift my head toward the Light, my Jesus, the only one who gave his life for me. I am renewed, equipped and free to tell the story of the journey to heaven, given to me through an abundant treasure of words, like choice pearls of wisdom.