| MY FEATHERED
The icy winds reveal to me
The depth of their ferocity
I start across the snowy path
Encountering more of winter's wrath
I move across the snow filled yard
My steps are slow. The task is hard
I see the feeder in the tree
The birds are near, they wait for me
I almost hear them say "She's here!"
I try to move into high gear
I ask myself, am I their God?
I search the heavens, I see Him nod-
A nod of "yes" as He insists
In me a bit of God exists.