My Feathers
Precious feathers I love,
Precious yet so soft and angelic,
You cover me so elegantically, with warmth,
Precious feathers that carries me to the blue sky,
Precious feathers free me to fly,
Like a angel these are precious feathers,
My precious feathers shed as I fly high,
Precious feathers expand graciously,
as if a shelter from the rain.
Your word is my lamp for my feet, a light for my path. Psalm 119:105
© By Author Feon Davis