F
a
l
l
l
i
n
g
the feather floats
gently
to the ground.
Vulnerable
to every stray
b
r
e
e
z
e
it
s
p
i
n
s
and twirls.
It seems so helpless in the
w
i
n
d.
The feather knows no
f
e
a
r.
Wherever it lands
it
will
find
peace.
Strange Tales for Strange Times 
This makes me think of the confident, faithful believer following the Father.
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