As she rests
she lies quietly
But her mind is nothing but quiet
Those thoughts race
She worries, anticipates,
thinks about what is coming up next
Before tomorrow comes
It’s an exercise in mental jumping jacks
And while she thinks she is resting
she is exhausted but asking for a sign
Then she feels a gentleness
A softness nothing like of earth
the feathers wrap her like a blanket
of warmth and love
Holding her, comforting her
letting her rest, soothing her mind
whispers that "It will be okay"
and as she drifts away
the wings stay folder around her
gently rocking her to sleep
 
 
~Copyright 2010, Mary D'Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~