Carl E. Feather, cottage weaver of words and images


 I climb the murky background of my past,
navigating between the shadows
that would strangle the life
from my determined vine.

I will not go there,
I will not enter the domain of shadows,
where live the lies and broken promises,
that slice the soul into thin slivers
served on the platter of deceit.

Give me life, not shadows;
authenticity, not a mirror image;
truth, not manipulation;
and my vine will conquer the wall,
drawn upward by light,
undistracted by shadows,
loved by God,