The Feather
Today I found a feather,
In a most curious way,
It landed right in front of me,
From where, I cannot say.
Large and white and perfect,
no blemish nor a mark,
And it was such a mystery,
Imagination, caused a spark.
Gracefully, it lilted,
descending from on high,
perhaps a white-winged Pegasus,
A myth who happened by.
But no, I have the answer,
I feel it in my soul,
The Master of the Universe,
reminding me I know.
That angels camp about me,
close by me day and night,
The feather a reminder,
I'm always in God's sight.
Tory 1997
