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The Feather Falls

Updated on March 31, 2015

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.


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      Sherri Tuck 2 years ago from Virginia

      In many ways it does!

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      Jackie Lynnley 2 years ago from The Beautiful South

      Great images...the feather reminds me of Forest Gump!

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      Susan Britton 2 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      That would be great wouldn't it:)

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      Sherri Tuck 2 years ago from Virginia

      I know what you mean. It would be great to let the wind carry you away without any concern for where you might land.

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      Susan Britton 2 years ago from Ontario, Canada

      This sounds so peaceful. I would like to be a feather.