Tuesday's Trust
Standing Out like a Black Butterfly in My Grief
Black butterfly charred with ashes of brown
and grey, landed in my garden today...
Of all the beautiful colors aroun',
Why would God send a black butterfly down?
God, I oft feel like that black butterfly
of ashes, with my wings tattered and gashed...
And I oft wonder, under Your blue sky,
Why do You let wander, one grief-struck as I?
In a world full of color, I stand out,
Dark, black, torn, and forlorn~e'er sorrowing,
While vibrant, lively people flit about,
Sure of themselves, seemingly sure of their route.
Of all the beautiful colors aroun',
Why would God send a black butterfly down?
Of all the beautiful people aroun',
Why would God send a grieving mother down?
God, in Your world, I know it takes all kinds...
I trust,
Through my tattered wings,
Your love still shines...
Poem - Black Butterfly - Angie Bennett Prince - 7/5/10
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