Butterfly Rain
Life flourishes,
The earth expands,
And heaven reaches down,
In rain and dew,
In response to your wings.
Life flourishes,
The earth expands,
And heaven reaches down,
In rain and dew,
In response to your wings.
“Is this call,
To come unto Him,
The invitation to our own
Nativity?
An opportunity for rebirth and
Becoming
A new people,
Keeping a new covenant
And ushering in
A new world.”
“Because feeling weak is just an idea,
Like worry, or fear, or hope.
And ideas can change
The course of history,
And my own mind.
So while I breathe
And while I stand
Upon the ground instead of lie within it,
I’ll earn that obituary.”
“The name she goes by in each part of our family doesn’t seem to matter much; it is what the name has come to mean that has made all the difference. “
I picked up my fork and went to work beside him on the hillside, blood and sweat mingling under the Midwestern sun. He smiled at me and threw another thistle. “Farms and people need caretakers,” He said.
“I want to earn my eulogy. So someday in my children’s past, They’ll remember me as I wished I could be.”
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