Perfect Feathers

As I sat beneath the willow tree
A perfect feather drifted down to me
Inspecting the delicate thing in my hand
A wondrous mystery I began to understand
A bird does not fly with a single feather
It takes many more working together

Pondering this miracle of nature's flight
I knew I must look with more than just sight.
From deep in my Heart a chorus sang
Speaking of love for my fellow man

An angel's wings are made of feathers like these
From the love and caring that is shown in their deeds
Each person here is given the opportunity to learn
So they will have perfect feathers they earn

Some build beautiful wings of silver or gold
Some take very long and grow very old
When your feathers are ready
and wings you have formed
Love lifts you to Heaven
to be more radiantly adorned.

By Randi RauhTyler©

I Can Fly

I think each time we are given an opportunity to share or help someone, we are getting a Perfect Feather. We will never be perfect, or balanced, but god takes care of that, He gives us those Perfect Feathers so we will have Perfect Wings. We don't have to strive, we only have to open our eyes, and do.

This poem dedicated to Gigi, a Star always.

FIVESTAR97: The number of feathers doesn't count ..The perfect feather does, it makes the whole angel perfect.. and you make perfect feathers