Thursday, March 3, 2011

Little feather

Come closer little feather
if you are meant for me
and so it moved, I paid no heed,
because still too far from my belief.

Lo behold it moved again
right to my special place
to be lovingly retrieved
by the specialness in me.

It’s the flight of angels, don’t you know,
that drop their calling cards
at the feet of pain and anguish
like a panacea.

I have it now inside the mind
that angels know of life’s betrayal
and through the everyday mundane
bring comfort to the weak.

If nothing changes it must be
simply because I don’t believe!

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