Float, Feather

Float, feather, caught upon the wind

Fly higher than my secret sin

Where bird, nor tree, nor raindrop find

This word that I’ve kept clandestine

How, then, can the One that knocks

Unravel such a phrase

When magician, key, nor locksmith ought

Find entry through that gate

And yet, I find, the darkness flees

When the door flies open wide

When soul, and mind, and heart release

The treasure that’s inside

This poem was written about the hidden heart in a world where authenticity isn’t always accepted and where it is favored to be “normal” rather than real. My hope is to live authentically and to free others to do the same.