Lone Feather
A circular path
Among the wood tells a tale
Of a lone feather
As plain as the day,
But new as another morn.
You were visited...
As the eyes of God
Flew about in search of you
To show Himself strong,
They lit in the road.
Transformed into day angels,
They fluttered away.
A feather was found
By a friend to let you know
His Spirit was there.
Dedicated to a Native American Friend
Copyright © Leon Stacey | Year Posted 2008
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