| A SYMBOL OF HOPE
“A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam.
And for a brief moment its glory and beauty
Belong to our world.
But then it flies on again,
And though we wish it could have stayed,
We feel so lucky to have seen it.”
I AM NOT THERE
Do not stand by my grave and weep
For I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamonds that glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of butterflies in joyous flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
IN HONOR OF ME
As you release this butterfly
in honor of me,
Know that I’m with you
and will always be.
Hold a hand, say a prayer,
Close your eyes and see me there.
Although you may feel a bit torn apart,
Please know that I’ll live forever
in your heart.
Now fly away butterfly
as high as you can go,
I’m right there with you
more than you know.
WHILE WAITING FOR THEE
Don’t weep at my grave,
for I am not there,
I’ve a date with a butterfly
to dance in the air.
I’ll be singing in the sunshine,
wild and free,
Playing tag with the wind,
while I’m waiting for thee.
REBIRTH
The butterfly is one of
God’s most gorgeous creatures,
And its life cycle is much like our own.
Its fragile beauty is
Deceiving, for it is much stronger
than it appears, as are we.
It struggles for life and goes
through many changes,
before
Becoming a creature of
great beauty, as do we.
LESSONS MOTHER TAUGHT US
she planted dill for swallow-tails
and milkweed where monarchs
would lay
their caterpillar offspring round
the grass green meadows of May.
the migrants returned then as always;
how quickly her crops were consumed!
but countless chrysalides dotted the dell
tucked inside their golden cocoons.
then early one morning she beckoned
us watch the mystery unfold;
the metamorphosis almost complete
translucent shells gave up their gold.
wet wings greeted the rising sun
and the warmth of a soft summer breeze,
soon butterflies coloured meadow and wood
floating gracefully throughout the trees.
she told us of unseen transcendings
as we watched the born-agains soar;
so certain were we then of heaven
as if we had been there before.
BUTTERFLY SPIRIT
The soul is of eternity -
it dwells in human form,
then moves beyond
but never, ever ceases...
And like the butterfly
emerging from dark chrysalis
each soul attains its wings
as it releases.
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