~ A Butterfly Is A
Reflection Of Myself ~
As I sit
here in this lonely park
The leaves are falling from the trees
When I ride by in my power wheelchair
I can hear the crunch of the leaves.
As I go along I see little animals play
I come to a lake where fish are swimming
Ducks are taking their nap. It is getting late,
I love it here and I do not really want to go
Who knows when I will visit here once more.
My special treat is when I see birds of every
Singing a love song to their mate
Some are making a new nest to sleep in
They take such good care of each other,
I look in the lake to see my reflection
I see a lone butterfly, flying in the clouds
How beautiful, I thought
Her wings are a multi-colored rainbow.
I believe a butterfly is a reflection of
I do know one thing, they are a gift from God
If one attaches itself to you
You are one with the butterfly
For a little while, you too can soar to the
Maybe even meet The Lord.
My butterfly was lost in the trees for a while
It made me a little sad when I could not find it
So I turned back to the fish and the ducks
They did not seem to have a care in the world.
Suddenly, out of the blue my little butterfly
Sat in my lap, much to my surprise
I could hear her wings make a noise
I believe she was trying to sing to me
As the bird did a while ago,
Somehow it was different now
I felt a oneness with God, who sent this
beautiful creature to me.
My little butterfly became a reflection of
Until we became one with The Lord, who sees all
I felt now, if I wanted, I too could fly over
It was magic. It was meant for me.
So whenever I see a butterfly
I think of those I love, who love me
When I smile with happiness
This lovely creature,
Smiles back my own reflection perfectly.
Linda Ann Henry ©2004
Do you remember me
The people's poet
all dream of butterflies
And flying over the rainbow
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