Brick Walls and Butterflies

You say you love me,

But you don’t know me,

So how…?

 

The weight of this question,

Hangs oppressively,

Over my bones.

 

Why this brick wall,

Barricading my spirit?

 

And yet,  I don’t even,

Really know me.

 

The more I live,

The deeper I go,

And the more I see.

 

Gathering small pebbles (of truth),

From this unknowable,

Free flowing Stream.

 

But God, You know and love me,

And so my heart is joyful, light and free,

As a butterfly taking it’s final flight home.

 

Infinity’s daughter, 

Blessed by life’s endless discoveries.

 

Carried softly on the wind,

Of God’s love,

Accompanied by other,

Beautiful butterfly souls;

 

Our collective humanity.

 

(Because brick walls can’t fence butterflies in…)

 

-Gilda Patricia

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fence

 

Author: GILDASPOEMS

Poems that feed the soul

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