The Butterfly

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew anointed like gentle rain amidst sun showers, she appears as if on cue Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue a flight of fancy fanning fast, she's a fabulous marvel of beauty, true on true "I exist in two places, here and where you are." says the butterfly to me " "I am you and you are I and that is why. " (pause)... we are both free ! She soars to heaven as if she were an angel of grace with wings of lace and when I get there I will see that God and her have just changed place. She drinks in the moment as if no one is watching her and so do I and from now on I will live like her, until the day I die ... I'll land on each soft place I find and know that I am not alone, over by that sunny spot I'll sit and wait, until He finally calls me home.