wings

The birds dropped their wings and all creeping things died in their holes: and the abysses were opened which had been hidden; and they cried to the Lord like women in travail:

As the wings of doves over their nestlings; and the mouth of their nestlings towards their mouths.

So also are the wings of the Spirit over my heart:

But others again I have seen who have forsaken their vanity, and fled for refuge beneath Your wings.

Which, trusting to its wings, flow willingly,

Nor signs of sneezing, nor the wings of birds,

Descending with the wings of a white dove.

--And the Spirit spread his wings in flight towards him--