Weightless

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as a thousand thoughts

consume me

burdens and worries

weighing heavy on my mind

falling from the sky

a feather catches my eye

it floats down towards me

swaying softly and gently from side to side

before landing at my feet

I pick it up

holding it in the palm of my hand

this beautiful feather

fluffy and milky white

rests weightless and still

a calmness overcomes me

a feeling of peace and tranquility

I had never felt before

and then….

the warm gentle breezes

sweep it up from my hand

sending it back on its way

disappearing into the sky

just as mysteriously as it came

taking with it…

 the thousand thoughts

the heaviness I felt before

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 Feathers may be the ultimate angelic sign. Although feathers come in all different sizes and colors, they’re amazing signs because they’re directly connected with the thought, prayer, or question that you had in mind. Rarely will you find one left by the angels without knowing what it means. Either you’ll come across it while thinking about something or you’ll immediately sense the association upon finding it. The angels will bring you feathers and other signs in a way tailor-made to your own level of faith.

My Broken Wing

broken wing

I am beautiful…

in spite of my broken wing

finding a way

traveling the distance

leaving the cold behind

a thousand miles or more

the journey long

the light

guides me there

the prevailing winds

beneath my wings

 take me there

through cool valley’s

between mountain tops

I persevere…

in spite of my broken wing

warding off predators

standing in my way

My life

precious as it is

I make the best of it

my wing…

frail as it is

will fight cold damp rains

falling briskly from the sky

until the time comes

to return home again

I find my way back

doing it all over again

the prevailing winds

beneath my wings

 carry me back

the light

always there to guide me

  back home

the others were there waiting for me

resting on their chosen soft satiny petals

I chose the most vibrantly colored place to rest

savoring the sweetness and goodness of the nectar

I am a grateful soul

I am beautiful

I am a survivor

In spite of my broken wing

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I dedicate this poem to Dylan.  He is 23 years old and one of my son’s best friends.

He has been diagnosed with Lyme Disease.  A diagnosis which came too late to be treated and cured.

He struggles with pain and discomfort every day of his life now.   I cannot image that in spite of his pain and struggle

he remains positive and strong never giving up hope.  I can only guess he is getting his strength and perseverance from

GOD

  Please pray for him and all the others afflicted with Lyme Disease.

Lyme disease

“Inspire Me”- A Poem

sunset

 inspire me to see all things beautiful

life’s gifts wondrous and bountiful

the things I overlooked before

all I so selfishly chose to ignore

inspire me to appreciate

the unnoticed gifts from nature

fields of blooming wild flowers swaying in the warm wind on a summer day

the sunset decorating the sky with vibrant reds, yellows, and oranges

the majestic snow capped mountains reaching up to the sky

inspire me and take my breath away

allow me to hear the pleasant laughs and giggles of children

as joyous sounds and not noise

to be inspired by their young innocence

and impending bright futures

I want to be inspired

by thoughts of aging gracefully

a life without fear of death

a life without fear of living

I want to be inspired by

life’s joyful celebrations

by successes

by imagined dreams and realities

by all the things I take for granted every day

by God’s gifts and blessings

the good things in life

I want to be inspired

to be inspired

Holding On- A Poem

holdingon

Holding on

Standing strong

But not for long

Taking its toll

Life out of control

Can’t hold on

Up ’til dawn

Slipping away

Not lasting the day

Hands shaking

Heart breaking

Legs give way

Here I pray

Falling down

To the ground

On my knees

God hear my pleas

I surrender now

Breaking my vow

To never be weak

When life is bleak

Needing permission

For my submission

Is it okay?

I am this way

Your my last hope

Needing to cope

Please make me stronger

Can’t take it much longer

The end is near

Help me persevere

Only with faith thereon

I’m holding on