It fell to the ground floating softly and drifting like a snow flake.
A single white feather.Not pure white, a little tattered and worn.
The young woman saw it fall and felt the need to stop and pick it up.
as she held the delicate feather, she looked up to see if she could see
where it had come from.... a bird most likely, she thought.
But she couldn't see any birds, the sun was so bright, it hurt her
eyes to look upward.
As she studied the feather in her hand,
she cupped it she held it to her cheek..noticing it was still
warm.
In that moment she thought she felt it as though it was alive still.
The young woman had a sudden vision in her mind of a very young
angel. she had no idea what put this in her mind, but she definately
had a picture of a small little child laughing and tumbling among the
clouds. she felt a great peace come over her. She put the feather
carefully in her pocket. and smiling continued on her way. Not
realizing that this was the blessing of the almighty that she had
got.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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