Feathers of revelation fall from heaven…
like whispers in the wind..
swaying in their journey…
looking for a place to rest…
Falling unexpectantly…
in the midst of busyness…
falling feathers make us look upward…
reminding that “we are always on His mind”…
and that He wants to be on ours…
Hearing the soft stir…
seeing the wisp…
catching the feather…
treasuring the token of love forever…
In moments of quietness in my soul…
in the slight lag time between tasks…
or in the multi-dimensional places of even casual conversations…
the feathers pierce the dim places of ordinary…
Let my eyes always be looking and seeing…
and the ears of my heart be hearing…
the still small voice of the One who sends His love in…
Feathers from Heaven…
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