The White Feather Trail

The White Feather Trail

 

When he sees her light begin to dim

He sends a white feather

 

It could be tiny as a grain of sand

Or larger than the human hand

 

It’s okay… I’m here with you…” he whispers in the wind.

 

When the girl goes to swim yet still feels afraid

Thousands of white feathers float in the waves

 

“Go on… It’s okay…”

 

And then all these white butterflies flutter by

And she no longer needs to question why

 

He does everything he can

To lend a helping hand

 

 

At the times when her smile begins to fade

He encourages the Angel…

Be strong… Be brave…”

 

He guides her eyes to a brochure covered with flowers

It reads, “Happiness”

 

He sends his love and tries to make her laugh – 

He certainly has a sense of humour

 

Yet he is patient too

He allows her to begin anew

Like a child learning how to tie up her shoe

 

The blue Butterfly is his favourite trademark

When this comes the girl transcends with hope

 

He sends real blue butterflies reflecting the light

I love you my dear. Of course it’s alright,”

 

And butterfly artefacts that include:

 

A sparkling hairpin broach;

The bright blue butterfly logo on her treasured softboard,

The glittering blue butterfly bags (times three in different styles and sizes),

Plus the butterfly earrings,

Dress

 

Butterflies painted on the walls, footpath

 

Butterflies everywhere!!!

 

Along with a few other signs he likes to emphasise:

France

A bluebird

Flowers

The Holy Spirit

Church Street

Church

 

Oh and not to mention those fluffy white seed pod bauble like things that float in the wind,

They come all the time

 

Flying in front of the girl

Actually floating into and touching the girl at times

Or dancing gently along the footpath

To guide her steps

And remind her

That they are walking with her

Every step of the way

 

He leads her eyes to flowers

Many different types

 

A baby pink rose sits on her windowsill

Next to the blue butterfly hairpin

 

Peaceful dreams…

 

The Angel has always believed in something Higher

An innate knowing

A calling perhaps

 

“He loves you,” said His Uncle,

“Have you told him you love him too?”

 

“Of course,” I replied 

 

There is so much more I want to give back

This inspires me to stay on track

 

In my heart I know he understands

That’s why he smiles brightly and holds my hand

….

You are needed,” said his Uncle,

Someone else spoke through

 

“A story will reveal itself…”

 

Can you believe this is all real

That this is true

 Flow

We are a Spirit

Having a human experience

So of course there must be so much more

Grow

To have this contact

Is like an open door

Glow

He comes and goes

Allowing her to live her days

But he is always there anyways 

….

“Follow the yellow brick road,” said the bookstore owner. His wife’s eyes lit up and she nodded with a smirk.

“Mine is a white feather trail,” I smiled in return..

For from these mysteries we all can learn

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