Feathers for My PathA Poem by Marianne RoseWritten this morning, 8/1/16, a gift of a vision to help me go out into the world today.
My sweet guardian has shed feathers to cover the path today,
to make soft my passage into the world. Barefoot, I feel their tender touch tickling the bottoms of my feet as I walk. I have caught a cup of grace-filled water in my open hands. Some of it trickles through my fingers before I can take a sip to wet my parched lips, or wash my sunburned face. These are desert days: The drought burning the roses to a crisp; Wildfires spreading untended; Fiery blazes bursting from forked tongues. The fountain within sprinkles my thoughts with blessings. My balance is secured by the confidence of those whose love pours forth from reservoirs of honor and truth. To lose heart to those who kill kindness without mercy would be to give up my essential nature, in which joy lives as a hearty cactus flower opening surprisingly in the dead of night. Where I walk, Peace follows, shimmering in white cloth. Impermeable light fills her countenance as she looks out from crystal blue eyes. A wake of untimely salt-filled waters flows behind her, mystical dolphins dancing at the borders in silver playfulness. The soft feathers beneath my feet cover jagged rocks and pitted pavement. My steady gait is gentle and strong. I can feel the beating of many hearts keeping rhythm for today's life-song. Though shadows fall before me, they cannot touch the feet of one who walks on the feathers of angel wings. © 2016 Marianne RoseAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMarianne RoseSanta Rosa, CAAboutRecently retired from a Community College as an Employment Advisor and Program Developer - such inspiring, hopeful work. The dreams and hopes born out of loss and confusion stimulate the writer in me... more..Writing
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