I thought that “"'O, that I had wings like a dove!’
I would fly away and be at rest.” was my verse. It sure seemed like just the thing! But I read on, “Day and night
the watchmen makes their rounds up on the city walls but trouble and misery are in the midst of her.” Á propos, but not mine today, and on through the fleeing and fed Elijah
and finally, I came to my verse, with the original picture!: “You were right about the image!” He/She/They, as they say, chucked “Oh" he added, "and let’s go back to what we used to do." So I have my verse written down and in my pocket. It’s always a journey.
