You land on the edge,
taking my breath.
I stare you in the direction
your eyes must belong.
I fearfully ask: what are you?
You don’t answer, staying still.
I wonder if you will fly away soon,
as the bird I spoke with weeks earlier.
Before I can question further,
you part yourself down the middle.
Black trim decorates each wing,
dark red colors the next ring,
a whitespace your center.
You close up,
modeling your Maker’s handiwork.
Turning gracefully, you flutter once, allowing a last
Your silence echoing
a truth left behind:
Fear not, your dreams
will soon take to the blue.
You will fly one day.
Author’s Note: I’ve never seen a butterfly up close. Or have one model for me. In these small moments, I find myself falling in God’s love. To the point of tears. His lovingkindness are the steadfast arms I’ve always longed for. 🙂
Here’s a close up of the butterfly. I never knew they had so many legs.