I wrote around a butterfly this evening
Thoughts flitting in and out like shadow-play,
The colours of its wings a quiet weaving
A gentle prayer of hope at end of day,
So short a span, yet fleetingly conveying
The joy of Life, the miracle it brings,
God’s gentle beauty, light amid the darkness,
Soaring aloft on beauteous perfect wings!
By: John McLeod
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