Whispers and Feathers
Feathers have been a significant part of my life for many years now; so it is not surprising to me that I feel such an affinity for birds. It is rather like the chicken or the egg conundrum for me, however. I believe birds to be messengers from the other worlds and am not certain if feathers brought birds eventually or if the birds were there all along and perhaps they left the feathers to draw my attention to their magnificence. At any rate, they have become a symbol to me, one that inspires me to write, to embrace the small things for which I am thankful and for the miracles that are simply awaiting recognition! May you all have miracles in your days and feathers of hope in your lives.
Whispers of love
shared in the dark
across cool, damp linens
casting exotic shadows upon
Whispers of hope
murmured in earnest
to the stars in the darkness
drifting upward as a chorus into
the Creator’s heart.
Whispers of Peace
among harbingers of commerce
between parents and children, siblings and friends
lover to lover of eternal faith
as nations vow allegiance and honor.
The silent cries of Mother Earth
beneath the warmth of Grandfather Sun
smiling in the arms of Father Sky
as Grandmother Moon weeps her silvery tears for