A Feather At His Feet

She was a beautiful woman…his friend…her heart…simple and pure She totally believed in miracles…he…was not so sure. As her end of life approached…as she stood upon deaths door she spoke to him of miracles…as she never had before. She said she couldn’t wait to see heaven…she wondered about the crowds She wondered how easy it would be…to find her place among the clouds. Knowing he was a skeptic…she took his hand one day And said, when I get to heaven…I will find a way… to help you believe in miracles…with angel wings I will take flight I’ll get a message to you…I’ll show you everything’s all right. He listened to her, held her hand and smiled while trying not to cry as she spoke to him of miracles…until the day they said goodbye. It was a few days later on a morning walk…still feeling bittersweet when a feather floated from sky and landed at his feet. A pure white feather which he picked up then turned his eyes up to the sky… wondering if it had fallen off an egret flying by… or could this be from an angel’s wing…as from heaven she took flight… announcing to him she had made it…that everything IS all right…. And he smiled at her heavenly message…which was both sublime and sweet that miracles can be as simple as a feather at his feet.