Once, feather requested
for token belief,
his faith so diminished by
Life’s common thief.
His symbol of grace,
renewed by the milk of
liquid enchantment, formed
creamy white silk,
wrapped now in thoughts
that all may be well,
imagined, held clearly till
cause-effect weaves its spell
of tropical bounty
toughened by strife,
sweetened by truth of
renewable life,
where possible visions
enact in the mind,
tacit compliance
till treasure he finds.