flight of the butterfly, rising free
In each and every moment
Providence fills the heart
Remembering to remember
Love is the place to start
Warm and present aftertaste
Bitter and pure black heat
Feeling the drifting notes
Of a distant song’s subtle beat
they were frightened and alone
scurrying to find a place in the dark
and they happened upon each other
and shared their fears
and found a common bond
and sensed that that bond was love
and they both braved a small smile
and God was pleased
and God smiled