Sunday, December 11, 2016

The Goose Feather

The Goose Feather
I was driving out the driveway
The brown and fluff caught my eye
Against the backdrop of drying green grass
I came back much later
The Sun had set, darkness coming quickly
I went back to where I first saw it
There it was, still caught in the grass
I picked it up at first with delight
Then felt my heart fall a little when I saw
The distal edges were worn and torn
Yet then I thought
Why this disdain? Why this sadness?
This sign is here to remind me of great goodness
And simply because it doesn’t look the way I thought
I almost discard it
Why this disdain? Why this sadness?
There is something amazing
About treasure hidden in the field

No matter what sight it yields

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