Pristine in it's presence
And perfect in its surrounds
There is something about a lost feather
That pushes us outward, towards the heavens
And places our Spirit
When we recognize the beauty
In the discard
It gives us hope
And rubs our back
And reassures.
It's what we know, as children
It's what we want to see, as passersby
And what we want to feel
And want to share
In the gutter, lying there
Your paired words and photos so very often touch my soul... This is surely a keeper... It was only minutes ago that I asked Ken to retrieve a "perfect Dove feather" from the patio, and asked him to pick it up carefully by the quill... You and Jae are so right about the connection we feel to "a feather".... and I see Annie saves them as well... It's a bond, I believe...
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