I was at an open mic a few days ago, and I encountered three people sitting behind me having a conversation that drew me like a magnet. Because the conversation made me smile, I decided to get up,say hello and give them hugs. I told them that, as silly and simple as it seemed, I was drawn to their conversation about feathers. The older woman, a mid-aged lady that I’ll call Lisa, for the sake of protecting her identity, finds feathers everywhere she goes. She doesn’t know why she keeps finding them, but she said that she’d heard that they come from a loved one who passed on, to show that they’re with you. Personally, I think it’s just Papa God sayin’, “(I love you, Lisa!” Anyway, I had this really fun conversation with Lisa, Michelle, and Caleb, which meandered all over the place. They even inspired me to take part of my set at the open mic and just sing something totally spontaneous, which I’ve always wanted to do, but never had the guts. The word “Feathers!” became a code word between the four of us, meaning anything from “Cheers!”, to “Go, girl!” When my ride came, Michelle walked me out, and as we were standing outside, she said to me, “You don’t know how much you just blessed my mom.” Until then, I had no clue that Lisa was her mom. Michelle said that Lisa had been discouraged of late, and that somehow I’d encouraged her. I still don’t know how that happened, but little moments like that, as simple as they are, make me smile and remind me why I’m here. So, here! Have a poem, sent with truckasloads of love. Feathers!
I find them everywhere I go,
be it metropolis or wilderness path.
They come in every shape and size,
in every hue from white to black.
I’ve collected them like memorials,
each one with their own story,
each one reminding me of you.
My life is a book, each day a page,
blank and plain and white.
Each day you gently brush with new patterns,
your love brings color, light and life.
With every breath, with every move,
you make every page unique,
till not one is the same as the other,
like my collection of feathers.
My heart could be sunken to the floor,
like a ship with far too heavy a load,
weighed down with more weight than man is meant to carry.
Yet in an instant, just like winter snow,
the whole world melts and disappears.
With one glimpse of your smile and your reassuring eyes,
I’m suddenly featherlight.
You hold me close to your heart and study me,
like I do each feather.
In the warmth of your arms, beneath your loving gaze,
I know that I am treasured.
Your strong hands will never let me go.
Such security, yet such freedom
As, like a feather, I fly,
blown by your wind.
I listen to the songbirds
as they sing their melody.
It’s knowing and being loved by you
that brings song to them and me.
Oh, love, if I’m your resting place,
if I’m the pillow for your head,
then you are the feathers.