The Butterfly Effect

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,




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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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