Little white feathers, I see all the time,
No matter where I go, exquisite, sublime.
Feathers of white I see, on the ground,
Wherever I go they seem to be around.
Feathers of black, brown, pink or blue,
The occasional mixture of different hues.
I see feathers on the carpet, the pavement, or the grass,
Sometimes I see one or two, at times it's quite a mass!
On my shirt, on my pants, on my mat or my shoes,
Indoors, outdoors, no matter where, I get enthused!
After charging my phone one night, I awoke to a little white feather,
Sitting calmly on top of my phone, as though it simply belonged there.
Making videos with friends, I was asked to find my place.
The instructor started pointing as to where we all should stay.
A few steps back on the wet grass, following her directions,
Ready to dance, neither complaining nor giving objections.
But lo and behold, as I looked down the lot,
A little white feather was saving my spot!
Getting out of my car, instant bliss I acquire,
A little white feather sat an inch beside my tire.
Going out, running errands, with friends or without,
Watched over by my angels, I do not have a doubt.
Different signs, I know my angels have their ways,
Reminding me I'm always watched every single day.
One lovely summer day, I was relaxing by the pool,
The breeze was warm while the water was cool.
In the middle of the water, while chatting with my sis,
I happened to look up, and what I saw looked quite amiss.
A little white feather came floating down in the air,
As if coming down from the heavens with a gift so rare.
Totally amazed at this beautiful floating feather,
I slowly took a stride as I grazed in the water,
Hoping it won't fall in the depths of the pool,
Instead, it landed gently, unharmed pretty jewel!
I picked up the feather from the edge of the pool,
Sis couldn't believe I took it, probably thought I was a fool.
Truly, I do not care what others think of me,
What they think of my little quirks or if they let me be.
I do believe in angels protecting me all my life,
In good times and in bad, the successes and strife.
My angels surround me whether I am relaxed or nervous,
For I am divinely guided, a belief I completely choose.
Forever appreciative of pretty feathers that they leave,
No longer questioning each fluffy gift that I receive.
A special warm feeling of bliss deep inside,
Acknowledging their presence, sacredness amplified.
Giving thanks to my cherubs, for all that they do,
Abundantly protecting me, blessed grace felt by few.
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