Category: POEMS

Like a butterfly arising
in the sunlight to the skies,

Though challenges like mountains block our way,
and we must face the storms that each day brings

Divine direction lights the way
and gives us evidence for hope.

Attend to the ethereal 
and scintillating sound,

The bird that perches in the tree,
from burdens of distress, is free.

Like butterflies with bronze and golden wings,
that flutter to the earth in dying flight,

I can only think in rhyme,
carried along by the rhythm,

“I cut down my lilac today,”
she said as she glanced at his face.
He didn’t respond or betray
a change she could easily trace.

The only way for her to reach this place,
was to climb the mountain;
a giant volcanic citadel, soaring towards the clouds.

Beyond this place a region lies,
where gleaming marble mountains rise,
and rainbows curve their ribboned beams,