God's Gracious Butterfly

Go, go my dear butterfly On to the garden of flowers you go Don’t ever funk to flutter in wind 'll be watching your funny leaps. So gracious from flower to flower Gliding and swimming through the air Rather than flapping your little wings As an artist you turn and twist. Coming and going with ease and will In my garden you dance at thrill On the flowers you sit as still Until get full with honey that fill. Surfeit zest you bring my mind Buried in your flight I forgot mine Unto the sky and heaven I soar To the gracious God, my soul‘ll fly. Teach me dear this art of flying Else I lay buried under soil Raise me with your tiny drifts From hell to heaven I flit at will. Like loving God’s Gracious Butterfly Yonder sky, my dear soul, I will fly! (Meaning of my name: God's Gracious Butterfly) Won first place in What's In A Name Poetry Contest sponsored by Juliet Ligon