Of all God's beauty We're enabled to behold The exquisite charm Of the butterfly Is surely pure gold. Dainty, yet powerful Her wings do amaze While her tiny feet Step with such care There's never a moment of rough-rugged air. And the colors! Ah, the colors Speak of forever, Where beauty never dims Yet blends magnificently Into translucent white, The color of righteousness, God's blessed delight.
Marie H. Atwood - 2010
- Gift #324: Butterflies (anordinarymiracleday.wordpress.com)