Appearance of grace in a tiny thud
The feathery cyclone landing
Divinely planned from above
A sorrowful eye is standing
To turn that gaze skyward and beg for more
When both know that more is not due
The way of the world is deceiving
A curse masked by beauty imbued
Without wings one is weighted
And without lack they are free
One who knows the swaying wind
Brings dead presence to their majesty
Eye of humanity looking upon
This gift they give gratitude for
The angel knows where their true blessing lies
The angel knows they deserve more
While time had kissed the face of self giving
And enough pastward came from the heart
To call himself their saviour
Had that not been a lie from the start?
Surely no secret it is that this being
Cannot take the wind in its stride
But by nature judging its intended life
That would mean that this angel had died
A question arises each time and each day
That the creature of heaven should pose
Without all that he did and all he should do
Should their memory of him erode?
Without wings, just a man, and a man so unfree
And yet even now this life he lives
He questions it now; should it be just a man
He would be without more to give?
Soul one with the earth and heart one with the sky
It's as though he is pulled at the seams
Denied blame of high power for which he exists
Whose rules he should follow as deemed
But as always had been on a day like today
A feather falls from his outer left wing
And through tears he looks upon it to see that it's his
And to him that's an uncanny thing
For seeing this feather so like all the rest
Of those angels who fell from the sky
In their image the realisation is clear
He was created free from their demise
For a reason, he carries on, carrying their names
In his wings, away from their true bane
Stolen from heaven and in that way saved
He was given the will to remain
So he looks on past weight and delusion
All the sadness and grief in his head
The feather of flight is not wielded
But the feather of the mighty instead