Peaceable possibility

I had previously been unaware of the dove on the top of the eighteenth century chandelier in the Brontë Memorial Chapel (one of the few surviving furnishings from the pre-1880 Haworth Parish Church) but the shadow visible when sitting in a different position in the chancel for Matins this week made it unmistakable.  It turns out even to have a small metal olive twig in its beak: the desolation around you is not everywhere and so may not always be around you either.