flight of the butterfly, rising free
The day of great miracles is at hand
Lift me, dear God, to the place where love surrounds
I am lost and alone in this tumultuous world
My spirit has a great need to return to Your love
streams of sadness flow
making a way to the sea
wandering to and fro
rising tides in me
thoughts are not removed
when concentration eludes
pondering pursues
composed in collaboration with joddy