Father finds the feathers
Downy, laden in the garden,
Purest white, of any angel,
with a heart that couldn’t harden.
Every quill, His fingers gather
rather quickly, yet with care.
Thoughts of splendor ever tender
fill His heart as He prepares to
Pen a masterpiece, a marvel,
beauty wrapped amidst the pages
It’s a story told of love to last
throughout the many ages.
Ink and quill in matrimony
dance the ballad of a King,
leaving low a path to follow
of the feather of a wing.
“My darling, ever sweet you are
radiance beyond the stars
made to shine like Daddy’s eyes
deep inside, my river lies
You will find True Love, one day
to satisfy your every crave,
but nonetheless, you’ll grow to see
this walk will bring adversity.
You’ve been born again in Me;
New, with life abundantly,
and always know your heart is free….
………but first Love Me.”
Edward L Holmes II