God and a Feather
The animate mocks the inanimate, without realizing that experiences are designed for all. The route is the same, but the walk may be long or short. How does it matter?
From the heights of the Eiffel Tower
The winds whirled at first
Then, they too lost their power.
And as she fell, she let out a sigh
Felt better than that stupid hat
The woman reeked of cheap perfume
What was it with that brat!
He pulled and pulled so secretly
As it lay upon her lap
Deed done, he fled for another glance
Zooming in, beneath the strap.
Feeling good at breaking free
She soaked in the cool eve air
She flaunted crimson and cream
And added to her share.
She thought a while and thought she heard
A whisper, a caress, a call
"Is this God?" She asked aloud
"Tell me before I fall".
"Yes, dear, this is he
Does it matter or would you rather..."
"No, no" she said, "go on, I'm here
Long time, I thought you wouldn't bother".
Then they talked a while and so
As she touched the ground
There was little she wanted more of life
Little of sight and sound.
He had touched her and she had forgotten
The pain of pluckering and pruning
The praise and prop was left behind
To death she was a-crooning.
She was coming again, she knew and believed
The home coming was good and slow
She was just a feather to all of man
But to him, she was life a-glow.
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