Silently fluttering in
And out of the blossoms,
Bringing a cry of joy
By all whom see it.
Bright yellows, reds,
Oranges and blues,
Patterns of perfection
Upon both
Of its wings.
We can feel
God's powerful
Silence, sending
A message
Of His
Quiet and gentle presence.
This magnificent creature
Vanishes as
Quickly as it appears,
Taking flight,
To another
Field of
God's spiritual beauty.
Marie T. Morrison
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