A father never leaves us…
A presence
A promise
My father used to say
“Give people a feather
And they fly…”
And since he left us
Small feathers all around
In all shapes
And white
So white
And luminescent
And tears on my cheeks
And feathers like wings
Carrying me
My father
So long gone
And yet, so present
Wonderful ..
Love is a feather ……for love is freedom….feather is freedom …..ĺove is scent in the air ..
All our senses touched by divine grace…