Thursday, November 10, 2016

Like the Butterfly


See the bluebell in the rain:
how she bends  
her head to the storm
in humble trust
that the butterfly
seeking refuge,
letting her wet wings dry,
will cling on, will endure
until the storm has passed.

But even a flower 
cannot capture the breeze
and keep it.
So is the deepest love,
like the butterfly,
here for only a moment
and gone the next.

Change is constant
And love as well
is flowering constantly
with fragrant petals
opening and closing...
and falling away once more.





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