The Feather


I went a different way,
walked the longer way.
I found a white feather,
along my path today.
When feathers appear,
angels are near,
sign they love us so dear.
Then I am the luckiest,
to find the feather,
the gift from heaven,
I have no fear.
I said a prayer,
holding the feather,
thanking all the angels,
for their protection,
for their affirmation.
I am so blessed,
I am with the best.

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