Feather Sacrament, Just so
A single feather that fell slowly in front of me while I walked the pups and talked to you today; asking for "something",
Some touch
Or feeling
Or sense of you.
No bird in sight, just the crispy Fall wind moving leaves around. Just a plain feather that fell, just so, right in front of me, defying the wind.
Phoebe stopped her playing
And picked it up
One quick soft move
I accepted it from her with a bowed head and felt a great swelling of thanks in my heart that comes from our Father.
Like a communion wafer,
A feather sacrament,
Just so.
I love you,
Momma
