Ever since I was a kid, whenever I would find a white feather, I would pick it up. I'd done this so much, that I have pretty sizable bouquet--and sometimes I decorate gifts with them, and sometimes I stick them in a note. I had no idea why I did this--I just really liked white feathers.
Your poem reminded me of this, and today I can add the poetic version.
It also led me to a bit of thought, and being the Joseph Campbell geek that I am, it resonated a memory for me--and yep, here it is:
"In Joseph Campbell's book, "The Inner Reaches of Outer Space - Metaphor as Myth and Religion, he shows an Egyptian scene of the weighing of the heart of the deceased against a feather symbolic of Ma'at, goddess of the moral order of the universe. Ma'at is the goddess of truth and represents truth and justice of the Supreme God. The weight of the heart of the deceased is found to be just only if guilt has not made the heart heavier than Ma'at's feather. The heart must be ma'ati (in accordance with Ma'at) if the deceased is to 'become Osiris' (i.e. take on immortality) If the heart does not pass the test, the soul must be reborn. "
Thanks Marge, for the poem which prompted the thought.
Much appreciated and I enjoyed the toke on the peace pipe.