Feather Soft

Feather Soft Feather soft, cloud light, baby innocent Gentle white never touching down Alive, winding through leaf and tender branch Together with the wind, happy in another land Serenely floating as from heavens origin Osmium, solid smoke, all heavier things on earth Rocks, boulder dark, over weight, can only watch With eternal peace, Mary holds the remnant of the bird In her sacred hands Imagine her, the abundant care for us she has Crushing serpents beneath her feet We know tranquility Relieved of the burden from above Eternally, Mary holds it all together Like a leaf and feather as easily as she can