Feather Power: Echo Poem 8-Th

Poet's Notes 1: My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, reference her poems without restriction. So the TH in the title here is short for Treasure Hunt. To really enjoy my poem to the full (although it does stand alone as well), I suggest you read Lora Colon's Poem called 'A Feather in the Wind' on Poemhunter.com first. PH is a great site as well and I publish both places. Ode to a Feather Is the pen not mightier than the sword? Are your words not still thunder and lightning? Are they not springs that others have only to sip from To see their own immortality in black and white Or in tasting your cup, die in ecstatic communion Knowing that they have served God in loving you And in this sweetest of deaths, awake to God's Presence? Like the thief on the cross who in acknowledging Christ Was told, ‘This day you shall be with me in paradise! ' How can you not know this about yourself? You certainly have a following…. To reverse the usual sexual metaphor, Just where is the ink well You could not dip your quill into And is not the quill (the base of a feather) In fact the doppleganger of the same instrument That starts wars, beheads kings, Draws national boundaries, and dissolves fortunes? Do you intend to put us off our guard By comparing yourself to a helpless feather Enslaved to the vagaries of an unpredictable breeze? Wow, the tabloids are having a field day! Why would you have yourself brought up on charges? How is it possible love can be a capital offense? Really, dear poet, what were you thinking? Please plead temporary insanity Or depression that overwhelmed you, Blame it on your parents, Say that someone put acid in your Dr. Pepper, Then throw yourself onto the mercy of the court. You know there will not be a dry eye anywhere… The only love in danger of disappearing is self-love, Self-love that is, in fact, blessed by God and not fake. Your only real salvation is to realize that you are loved, Your only chance for happiness is to give up being a victim. If you get that loving another (and being loved) Are choices that only you have power over, Please let this sink in, being a victim is also a choice, And, dear poet, it is a choice that no friend wants you to make. It is not now and can not be, a spell others cast upon you However sad that might sound in a poem. You do not need to win our sympathy, WE ARE YOU! The only love anyone can lose, is love that they reject, And even then, though they are blind to it, It is there (and theirs) , eternally theirs, forever ….. Choose for that reason alone to live your days in joy And in the face of the unknown, always choose life. Brian Johnston February 14, 2014 Poet's Notes 2: The last three lines of this poem reminds me of Mahler's song in ‘Das Lied von de Erde' (The Songs of the Earth) called ‘Der Abschied' (The Farewell). The last line of Mahler's song is…. ‘The beloved Earth blooms forth everywhere in Spring, and becomes green anew! Everywhere and endlessly blue skies light the horizon! Endless... '