God has already paved a way for us, each of our paths already set and protected, I’ve heard this said.
I thought this notion sounded quite beautiful,
So walking on the boardwalk I imagined the possibility of finding clues of this path…
written in the clouds?
or…glistening in the stars?
or…or…
Right then a monarch butterfly blew with the wind straight for me,
And I happily ducked,
“Right!” I thought,
“or…spoken in the wind.” Truly beautiful.
Like a butterfly buoyed by a soft, summer breeze,
I imagine our own beautiful souls are also kept forever,
Safe and sound in God’s eternal, protective spirit.
-by gilda patricia
(This poem is dedicated to Cathy and her beautiful butterfly soul at this somber time of her passing.)
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