Angel feathers found in your bed,
Their protecting you from overhead.

They dropp their feathers throughout the night,
As they bless your dreams with their wings in flight.

Some white, some black feathers you'll see,
But making no difference to you or me.

Their mission the same, from Heaven above,
To bring God's children, all His love.

Unfolding their wings, brushing away all lifes harms,
Enfolding and rocking you safe in winged arms.

So to bed you must go, so God's Angels can be,
All that God has made them, for you and for me.

Linda Winchell

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