my soul sings
of butterfly
wings -
of all that is
glorious and free.
let us fly the
sky
and praise the
ways
of the One who
made
you and me.
for He loves us
all
the great and the
small -
to Him all glory
be.
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(Enjoy this poem and a collage of some favorite butterfly images received in the last couple of years. Click on the collage for a larger view. Many blessings.)
