flight of the butterfly, rising free
A calming moment
Sitting on a concrete bench
The stillness broken only
By the songs of the birds in the trees overhead
mysteries of salvation held in a dream
awakened in glory, finding new light
glorious words through the holy spirit
opened the eyes, gave vision and sight
He reached up and tugged on Daddy's shirt.
'Can you hear it?'
Dan looked fondly at his son. He always saw a bit of Helen in his eyes; and a bit of himself. 'Yes, I hear it, too.' And they walked into the light of the voices of time. And they were together again. And they felt only love.