Extricate the feathers that matt your life.
Dry them in the sunlight of your heart,
and allow them to form the words of freedom.
When your words grow wings, your soul will take flight.
When you hit the sky, fly hard and far.
Soar high above your nesting place,
but never regret tangles that built a life.
Scribbling Spiritual Sand-“Is a lamp brought to be put under a basket or under a bed: Is it not to be set on a lampstand: For there is nothing hidden which will not be revealed, nor has anything been kept secret but that it should come to light.” Mark 4:21-22
The treasures of earth
will be revealed in His time
for all to enjoy
Too cold for ducks in a row
Birds of a feather
no more counting rings
when wrinkles weather the skin
and holes pierce the soul
nature paints the earth
as all bend to join their hands
rainbow of the marsh
golden leaves beckon
all to walk the winding path
who knows where it leads