Pause

An Easter art installation
draws me in.
Scores of white feathers
falling,
suspended in a spot light beam
by nylon thread.

Captured by imagination
as if frozen in time.
They descend each
on their own individual journey,
untouched by another.

One starts to spin slowly,
caught in an upward draft
caused by someone passing by.

Different feathers
turn
and
turn
again,
forbidden to fall
but designed for flight.

Beauty draws me in
and I do not want to leave them.
I pause
and become still
in my own silent space.

I know again the One
who loves me in all
my hurry and worldly cares.

The One who waits for me
to stop
and breathe
and say hello.

He is my treasure
and I am His,
but sometimes I forget
as the world presses in.

I am glad this art
has helped me take the time
at this great celebration of Easter
to remember what Christ has done,
to be deeply grateful,
and
to PAUSE.