A faded feather shed upon the ground
trod underfoot,
soiled and bent,
Is still a feather

Though it no longer shines with colors bold,
no longer soars,
caressing the clouds
though it lays there
abandoned
in the dirt,
dreaming of sky

A still feather is a feather still
bent and broken
a feather still
Flightless and forgotten
a feather still

I am a feather

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Ribbons of light spiraling through my mind,
each droplet a prism forms colors entwined.

Beams through the canopy, flickering dance,
natures voice calling,  staccato romance.

Light chases shadow, eternally bound,
to battle forever, no victor be crowned.

A rushing of air, landscape transformed to motion. Leaves swirl to the ground, while trees bend in devotion.

Steps create patterns, soon water will fill.
My heart can beat softly, my mind almost still.

I walk and I bathe in the calm of this place, I am safe and I am happy in my forest space.

What we know about God is what he has revealed to us .

It isn't up to us to figure things out about God , but to understand what he has revealed to us .

Pancake day!
Pancake day!
If we don't get some
We'll all run away!

Lemon, sugar
All very yummy
We want pancakes
In our tummy!

Get the pan mummy
Get them on
Hurry mummy
Want those yummies
In our tummies

Writing doesn't pay,
My father wished for a son who could write anyways.
So I see that's what he got,
Though I think he wanted movie scripts and monologues,
Not random rhymes and songs.
Alas, even when you wish,
You never get quiet what you wished for.