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
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2016
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