Transcendental Sonnet #1159:
A Small Blue Butterfly
for Silke
Let now the dirt and dust and detritus
And all the folly of the impotent
Of the inadequate who vainly rage
Who never understand never relent
Until death drags them screaming from the stage
Let this unworthiness now fall from us
Now purified by love we rise anew
As verified in your eyes heaven blue
I see that patient hope is waiting still
Remaining when all else has flown away
A small blue butterfly upon the sill
To reassure us of a better day
That you and I will always be as one
I too am prone to love little blue butterflies. A blue one with white tipped spots on wings and black on it too came by my shoulder day of Tom's funeral and sat on steps and fluttered at me its wings. It is his spirit and I know he is at peace now and resting in eternal peace which he did not have much of here on earth. Heard voices all the time, was schizophrenic and led some life, but with me it was better when he found me at 42 years of age. He was such a good man noone can replace him in my heart. Butterfly fly forever and come visit me when you can, I ask this prayer each day. Thanks for the sentimental post. I find it peacefully serene.
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This is really wonderful.
(I love you)
"Let this unworthiness now fall from us
Now purified by love we rise anew"
May your voice be heard. Wonderful writing.
Chanti
blessin's Steve,
cynth'ya lewis reed