Ever so softly to the ground it falls
Carried by the breath of the earth
It is white, light, weightless
Disconnected from its purpose, no longer soaring
ever still, resting among the fallen
Freedom beautifully blows
It dances for the first time
Sings its first solo
to and fro
scattered, scared, yet strangely free.
This moments, this very moment
The sun slips from sight
Pulling back the black curtain
The wind whips it
thunder claps, lightning flashes
The dance feels like a fight
How did the feeling of freedom blow so easily
from its being
A sudden hand, young a soft, picked it up, carried it,
noticing its beauty
To be held is to experience freedom.
The wind blew through its delicate design
Separating each fiber
His right hand was warm and gentle
Alive and aware
What next, it wondered
A door closed.
A book opened
and carefully it found its refuge.
Now touching the very words once recorded with
feather and ink, ancient history surrounded it.
"He will cover you with His Feathers and under His wings you
will find refuge.
And with that, the book shut.
Purpose again found, resting in the knowledge of the Holy.
The feather was free.
Maybe you've released a feather of your own.
A little one, a college student, or maybe its you being released.
All of life is freefall.
An opportunity to experience freedom.
Let us remember to let each other go.
Let ourselves go.
But remember that with freedom comes responsibility.
And to experience try freedom we must rest in the hand of Jesus.
Find refuge in His word.
Holy Spirit, fall on us, like a feather caught up in the wind.
Lead us and let us find you.
He is coming.