A downy feather come loose and floating—
turning, spinning, dancing—
like a lotus flower in the wind,
lands there at my feet,
a message from my soul,
drifting across my frightened mind:
“Peace, be still.”
And grace abiding soars.
by Sonny Brewer
A downy feather come loose and floating—
turning, spinning, dancing—
like a lotus flower in the wind,
lands there at my feet,
a message from my soul,
drifting across my frightened mind:
“Peace, be still.”
And grace abiding soars.
A message to OUR souls.