The Feather Falls
A Poem About Noticing the Unnoticed
The feather falls from lofty blue skies through green leaves and brown branches
It floats carried by light the breath of God in the form of a spring breeze
I watch captivated by the journey waiting for the the descent to end
Yet the journey continues as the feather floats this way and that
Left. Right. Up. Down. The dance of the white puff endures until it is caught
By a cradle of green grass that lifts its arms to embrace the angel that fell from heaven
It sits for one second in time but the clock ticks not for long because God breathes once again
And the feather takes flight racing around nature's glorious landscape.
The dance of the white puff is endless as it allows the breeze to capture it
To hold it in the palm of a wispy hand
That will love it; Carry it to its final resting place
I am that feather; Carried in the palm of a wispy hand
Unseen by eye of child, woman, or man.