The Lonely Feather

Elegantly it is ushered to the ground Escorted by the warm currents surrounding it It bows and it curtsies and it never takes "no" for an answer Wanting to dance until the music of the moment surrenders It is still.... and yet it glides.... It glides like an eagle soaring in majestic flight Ever so often it pauses to soak up the sounds of nature Then.... it continues on in its plight to find shelter Dancing, bowing, and being escorted by things that cannot be seen The faith of the little feather begins to mature It knows not where these things come from Only that they have been there all along Softly, carelessly, floating to the ground. Gwendolen Song October 10, 2016 In the year of the Lord