Feather
Riding on a feather from an Angel’s wing,
suspended in the air by grace,
gently unfolding in a vibrating tone,
spiraling like stars through space.
Riding on a feather from an Angel’s wing,
suspended in the air by a sound,
delicately unfolding in a single phrase,
falling like rain to the ground.
Streams of softness silently singing
what words would only shroud.
Volumes conveyed in the essence of such,
never to be spoken aloud.
Feeling the touch of a holy gown,
finely woven robes of light,
the sacred vestures of our humbled souls,
as we let love envelope our sight.
An ineffable sound sung in the heart,
the story of ever after,
children of Eden our purpose awaits,
in the glory of our laughter.
Children of the Sun, Diamonds of light,
We are lifted across veil,
time and space shall fall away,
and the Kingdom shall prevail.
Our story has healed a dream revealed,
in the forgiveness of our sleep…..
and in the lights of rotation, in the fire of creation,
burns the covenant we carefully keep.
~Asa
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