Imagine, if you will, for a moment,
Soft feathers alight on your heart,
Like a balm to skin when it’s broken,
Soothing, by touch, to impart.
Imagine their strokes, almost fleeting,
Whispers of breeze blown within,
Tendering comfort and easing
Scalded and blistered of skin.
Imagine a cloak made of feathers,
Down of the fluffiest fleece,
Enfolding and holding together,
Protecting and giving you peace.
Imagine a hug made from heaven,
Lined by all angel wings,
Inviting, with arms always open,
Embracing relief that it brings.
I’ll be on the ferry by now, off to Ireland for a week or so for a family holiday. I’ve been rushing around like a maddy getting bits and pieces organised so my reading has been scant at best. This is the only post I have scheduled and I’m going to have a break away from all things techy – well apart from my kindle and maybe my phone! Hugs to all you lovely people and see you on my return, God willing.x