Feather Light

You are the feather in my life,

A gentle presence that keeps everything in place,

if I would leave all in Your Hands.

So light that sometimes I forget

that You are there, keeping it all together.

When life is good there You are fluttering

midst my joy and when sad times come

I know that You are there hovering,

keeping me from falling apart.

No rolling thunder, no streaks of lightening,

No howling winds, no roaring seas

Proclaim Your Existence.

You are the feather in my life…

Yaweh, the Great I Am

You come softly into my life.

10 comments

  1. Hi Maryse

    So light that sometimes I forget

    that You are there, keeping it all together.

    When life is good there You are fluttering

    midst my joy and when sad times come

    I know that You are there hovering,

    keeping me from falling apart.

    Your sense of awareness and perspective regarding faith is tangible and so beautifully voce in this peace. Though subtle, His presence is always before us and strong enough to keep us sane/safe and yet light enough not to seem intrusive. Love the voice in this piece and how it echoes with such serenity!

    Thank you!
    Wendy

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  2. Thank you Sarah. I wrote this a few years ago after watching a woman erect a most delicate piece of work and the finishing touch was a solitary feather. When she removed the feather, the structure collapsed and it struck me that that was exactly what God is in my life. He never intrudes but if I take Him out of my life, there is nothing.

    Regards,

    Maryse

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  3. Maryse, I love this piece and the peace you express in your relationship with Him. My Native American sensibility has always responded to feathers, especially those left on the ground by bird friends. When I had chickens years ago, I collected the feathers they dropped. These days I collect the feathers my Parakeet drops and those of birds outside. Each one is special. Each one connected to the God of all living things. Thanks for reminding us in this delicate poem prayer. I will put one of Bird’s feathers in my Bible. If he see me, he will ask, “Whatcha doin’?” Thank you again.
    ptc

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  4. His touch is indeed light, so light perhaps that many never seem to notice; but he still touches all regardless.

    A gentle read for this morning Maryse; we are all now off to church for the morning service. God bless.

    Douglas.

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