The significance has to do with the day before being the anniversary of Roberta asked for a feather, just a few days before she died. I posted on facebook a reminder about the day and invited everyone to look for their feather in the coming days.
AND TODAY is the anniversary of Roberta leaving us physically thirteen years ago. She left us somewhere between 11:15 a. m. and 11:30 a. m. It brings a wave of sadness and tears just thinking about it.
ENJOY THE POEM. Tell me what you think. I am not quick to give my life over to God. God is too intangible, and I'd rather hold on to control of my life and would rather love someone I can touch and feel. But since becoming sober last September and "working" the twelve steps, I have been talking to God a great deal and taking the chance of giving my life, my will, and my heart over to God's care. It has kept me not only sober, but I find myself loving in ways I have never loved before.
IS IT EMPTINESS?
It seemed that love had abandoned me.
It seemed emptiness had invaded my heart.
I sat perched high upon the mountain top,
Day after day,
Searching the shimmering horizon
For even a glimpse of love.
Then early this morning,
A very tall person approached me.
With warmth and reassurance,
“Let me take you home.”
Little did I know
It was myself,
The part of me that knows
The emptiness is not emptiness.
It’s only room,
A large infinite space,
Spreading across the vastness of my soul,
Reserved for infinite Love
Who also waits,
Waits for me to stop
Waits for me to whisper,
“Come in, Love.”
This tall person
Has continued to come and go
In and out of my life.
I sometimes am desperate to hang on to him.
He seems elusive,
Much like sobriety was for so many years.
I went home with him.
And when I returned home,
There you were, Love.
Waiting for me.
And the tall guy whispered,
Rather than emptiness,
Yearning to be filled,
You are filled with Infinite Love,
A precious gift for all your relationships!”
I don't know what part you played in this inspiration, Roberta,