Feather Magic

Hope is as light as a feather.

As it wisps weightlessly pass my heart and tickles my soul.

Feather magic with it's lightness of being.

Like eyelash kisses, giggling with pleasure.

The sweetness of its memory linger on in my Mind's Eye.

Just thinking about it brings me lightness, where there was once darkness.

I smile ever so tender, so fragile like spirit.

I am not so strong at times.

Small memories give me great hope.

There is great strength in places so fragile.

I will look for the light everywhere.

Feather Magic.

                             Barbara J. Lager