Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.

…I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
~Mary Oliver from “Today” from A Thousand Mornings

Some days warrant stillness.
On this Sabbath day of rest,
I seek to be quiet as a feather,
silently in place, listening.

Maybe, to hear each other breathe again.
Surely, to hear the Word and breath of God.

A funny thing about feathers:
alone, each one is merely fluff and air.
Together — feathers become lift and power,
with strength and will to soar
beyond the tether of
gravity’s pull on our flawed humanity
to return back to dust.

As quiet as a feather,
joined and united, one overlapping another,
we can rise above and fly
as far as life and breath can take us.

May peace be still.