Been collecting them for years -
Someday I might make something artsy with them. Not sure yet.
But for now I just stare in wonder at their sheen, color, form, and sometimes intricate patterns.
I hear them say--no, shout--GOD IS.
God, a magnificent, caring, personal Creator.
A posy to consider: that He would so grandly dress something so inconsequential
Does it sound fanciful that every time I find a feather on one of my nature rambles, it makes me giddy?
Because to me, it's a love token that He's trained my eyes to find. And I snatch it up with delight!