In These Feathered Fields – A Soul Who Lived a Hard Life and Upon Death was Gifted Love and Acceptance from those still Living, Something They Ached for When Alive
In These Feathered Fields
Walking across soft fields
in colored songs not black or white
I meet ten million souls
Who dance my arduous plight
mountains of whispering feathers
flitter all about
until one by one these sweeping dreams
rest on the ground, worn-out
but as the last wilted feather falls
souls begin to shout
while I lift my weary head
they don’t let my flame go out
each hands me back a feather
to give me needed peace
making me immortal
they don’t let my music cease
they bless my final dance
and willingly outpour
a love filled last hurrah
but they’ve given so much more
you see
a journey such as mine
ached for faith restored
and as I say goodbye
my soul now freely soars
in these feathered fields
through these open doors
By Barbara Tremblay Cipak
A Poem about a Soul Searching for Peace in Death: A poem for a person who lived a hard life and after their death receives love from the public, family and friends thus enabling them to cross over in peace. The feathers symbolize the gift of peace each soul is handing to the troubled soul trying to cross. It helps, and those feathers become the final soft landing he/she needed to go through those doors.
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