The butterfly floated thru’ the feathered branches
and silently shimmered against the darker bark.
‘This is good, so good,’ said God and delightedly
called other butterflies of diverse hues into life.
They created a cloud of colours brighter than any
rainbow, pale as sunlight on snow as they trickled
together through the tousled trees. fluttering their
faerie wings, a kaleidoscope delicately dancing.
They twirled and twisted each filigree frame
as the joy of living flowed through their flickering
frailty and alighting they softly and gently open
their wings to the sun of one who gave them life.
We, like them, danced in the glow of a glorious
garden. We too, like them, thrived in bright beauty
and blessing. We too, like them, learned how lovely
and lithe and at peace we were until we took over,
Butterflies in decreasing numbers still flit and fly,
and each as a Cartier in the heart of a caring creator,
but countless creatures, like them, are increasingly
condemned by us. Yet, God’s gentle grace in hope,