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My Butterfly
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My Butterfly |
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Rod Member
since 1999-12-08
Posts 149Auckland New Zealand |
Standing at my window, with the evening sun above, I could feel you touch my heartbeat with your special kind of love. And I let its warmth surround me, and the glow within your shield; Not a sunset, nor a rosebud, or a mother’s touch could yield. I watched a passing Monarch, on the summer breeze she flew, And her soft, enchanting loveliness reminded me of you. Then I noticed something special, and it touched me to the core It was more than just her beauty... ‘twas the burden that she bore. ‘Neath her wings of flaming orange, she was carrying within Her tiny feet... a dying member of her kith and kin. Though its wings were torn and tattered, and its little heart forlorn There’d be power in the healing of the dewy mists of morn. Once before, I’ve seen such courage, and I knew this was a sign In the glory of that butterfly, I felt your hand in mine. And the life she gave her soulmate, through her brave heart, strong and free... It was mirrored in the echoes of the love you’ve shown to me. When my heart was sad and heavy, and my wings were torn and frayed You lifted up my life again, we laughed... and then we prayed. The Lord rejoiced to hear your voice, He knew what I had seen… You’ll always be my butterfly... my Monarch... and my Queen. It is better to light a single candle than to curse the darkness. |
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ivordavies Senior Member
since 2007-01-10
Posts 739Chester, England |
To see 'reality' in what is presented to us in physical form is a true development of our souls, Namaste, Ivor |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
Beautifully penned Rod  RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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