Poem: White Feather

Sweet❤️

SOUL FIELDS

I was thinking of you,
when a white feather
into my kitchen flew.
Gently as an
angel´s touch
it reminded me:
you, too, are being
guided here, you see.

Signs are all around us,
and in the heart at first,
of how to fulfill
this delightful thirst.

– Deelia ©

Image: Wikimedia Commons

View original post

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s