Feathers

It is no longer NaPoWriMo, but I have decided that I will continue to make poetry a regular feature on my blog. My desired goal will be one a week, most likely to be added every Saturday, from now on. A theological post will be coming soon, but for now, there’s this.

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(Photo credit: Me)

The trees in winter are all dead,
it is said,
But life lands on branches
and takes to the skies;
It is not sanctioned to bloom just once
and then die.

Feathers have more freedom than leaves or seasons,
and certainly more than have you
or have I.

‘Tis better to be a leaf on a wing;
to open your heart
and your throat,
to call out and sing,

The glory of living for each
and every day,
for you never know when the leaves will turn
and fall away.

+ K +

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