I lower my eyes,
and see a feather, small and white.
It sits on the palm of my hand.
Holding it, looking at it closely, at the different strands, at the strong central line, gives me help.
My help is in the softness, the strength, the lightness of this fragile part of a bird’s wing.
Coming in, going out.
Coming in, going out.
Coming in, going out.
Breathing in peace, breathing out fear.
A smudge of love takes flight into the wide, wide sky of God.

 

Wild geese flying over Iona (September 2011).

Wild geese flying over Iona (September 2011).

Prayer prompt: I lift up my eyes to the hills — from where will my help come?
My help comes from the LORD who made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber.
He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade at your right hand.
The sun shall not strike you by day nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life.
The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in
from this time on and forevermore. (Psalm 121 NRSV) posted at http://rachelhackenberg.com/blog/

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