One golden butterfly and three that are white
are flitting around in frivolous flight
and gracefully gliding on the air
between the blooms that sprout everywhere.
The summer breeze is crisply clean
which makes this moment so serene
it's hard to imagine such a day marks
the loss of too many innocent sparks
the victims of a pointless war
that forfeited existence for
possession of appointed sod
when we should be as One with God.
Are You Reading Me?
It was a day that needs to be remembered. The day we learned we needed God's hedge.
ReplyDeleteThanks Donna, hope all is well with you my friend :-)
ReplyDeleteEyesight hasn't been what I'd like it to be for reading or writing much lately. Just healing the first eye after cataract surgery. One done, one to go!
ReplyDeleteWell I'm glad you're on the mend and good luck with the next one, you'll be in my prayers.
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