flight of the butterfly, rising free
As I wake this morning
I feel your side of the bed
And you are again not there
I choke back a tear
Open the curtains
Crank up the tunes
There is no sadness
There are no spoons
Awakening force
Drives out the sleeping fox
Shatters the open window
Is the wind of change's wing
Compassionate mind
Cold to the silent touch
Sharp knife of ancient wisdom
Drawing spirit through clenched teeth
Quiet breath
Stilling the nagging thoughts
See One in the mind of Christ
Peace sought, found, realized; God is home