Oct 28, 2016

Trail of the feathers

As long as I could remember, you
sent me feathers along my path.
Flutters of whites, greys, blacks.  Tiny and gigantic.
Soft breaths of ethers beyond.
Always guiding me
Always reassuring.
I asked and you answered
I acknowledge
and I am eternally grateful.
If I wasn't open I would call me crazy.
But thank goodness the mediocre life is too
dull in this dimension to settle in.
Watch me follow this uneven path now, and
watch me turn a corner and there you - standing out among the dull concrete, broken glass and tired grass, I see a swaying, glowing gift from above.

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