Poetry From The Heart by Barbara Ann Smith

Was Someone Listening?

I stand on the mountain
overlooking the lush valley
my heart is filled with sorrow
as I pray for a release.

A tiny feather blows my way
circles around and above my head.
flutters to and fro
like a beautiful butterfly.

I reach out to grab it,
a gust blows it high into the sky.
I wait to see if it returns,
out of no where--

it zooms pass me and above my head
drifts from side to side
like a cradle rocks to soothe a child.
It twirls and sways around,

and blows aways with the wind.
I know--
someone greater heard my plea.
 


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