The Feather

I stand and watch the feather burn
An honest truth is what we learn
This simple feather thrown in flight
A sign from bird as black as night
Though no connection could I see
This single object spoke to me
To stoop I must, to take and hold
Dark portents gather to the fold
On hallowed ground so full of grace
For two lost souls a joyous place
Then tainted by lifes cruelest fate
It took sadness to a burning grate
Smoke rising in the winter sky
Returning to a place on high
And with it taken doubt and scorn
We wake into a brighter morn
The day for us be full of hope
No more to toil on lifes steep slope
Where nagging worries shall abate
Walk hand in hand through chappels gate
There stand beneath such ancient tree
This burning feather sets us free