The Feather

The Feather 

  by Danny  C. Wash                                            

   

                                                                                                                    

I saw a feather floating in the air

“as light as a feather,” as they say.

It drifted slowly from somewhere

and I knew a bird was around today.

The feather tells me it was from a dove,

reminding me when I send a prayer away,

upward it floats into the heavens above

to the throne of the One to whom we pray

and like a dove the Spirit descends in love

with the answer from the throne of “yea or nay.” 

Or, perhaps the answer of “not yet, my beloved.”