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, 2012, Mary D'Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~