Sometimes ...
Sometimes we see
Often we don't
Sometimes furled
Sometimes outspread
Always we feel them
Usually we know not quite where from
But always we see
out of nowhere,
a single feather
suddenly appear
where no birds have oe'rflown,
or perch.
And then
do we have our answer
and our heart quickens with an inner pulse
inexpressible
and we are at one with our Maker
27 January 2022
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© Kenneth Thomas Webb 2022
Composed 14 May 2014 and brought out from the archive
Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.
Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.
In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.
