WHEN BUTTERFLIES PRAYED
It was in the flight on their wings..
Flapping softly in the quiet hour of day
for it was a recovery of their lighted one.
Their guide was the writings of
LOVE.
The day and the night,
and the
night and the day again..
For from chyrsalis little ones
were awaiting their wings to pray and
to fly.
They broke free and joined into the
prayer.
Watching from the Father..
the colors an eye's paradise of beauties.
The humming was gentle voices, but
together one could hear a sound.
If there were a recording made a
prayer could be slightly heard.
Oh, to delight!
Such a lovely delight!
For the prayers of butterflies
are answered that they fly.
Often, prayers are heard..
prayers could be slightly heard
when wings sprayed...
When butterflies prayed.
--MIISRAEL
Promises should be kept...shouldn't they?
"Let us try to forgive each other."
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Monday, August 22nd 2011 at 12:03PM
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