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Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Butterfly in Two Perspectives

One: 
Mad with life,
a butterfly
greeted me in my garden.

Another:
A butterfly, wild with life,
ignored me in my garden.
A moment's rest was far too long;
it fluttered fast,
drunk on air and sun and wings.
It circled my head
and vanished over the roof. 
"I bear the image of God!" I cried. 
"I bear His whimsy," it answered.

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