Butterfly Wings

These are the days
I am riding my butterfly wings:
The breeze carries me;
I glide in delicate haste.

Rushing, dashing to find
some momentous spot there is to see;
Perhaps an amusing encounter
or a cheerful, blessed one .

The air is fresh, I revel in
the warmth of God's presence
He has stirred the coldness,
and lifted me.

The wind beats tricky hard,
almost tows me farther away;
Yet these frail, breakable wings
Persevere to carry on the journey.

Still...the way is long.

The elements may look forbidding;
Even so, I take my steady rise
Soaring and beholding the work
God has done in me.

"This is the Lord's doing..." Psalm 117:23a

Prayer: Thank you, Lord for giving me a heart to see You everywhere. Amen.


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