Wednesday, July 1, 2015

White butterfly

Thank you for believing in me still—
after all these give-ups
and half-days trying:
the days half-trying—
your strength flies over my weakness
my strength aspires to you;
I spot you all the time
knowing you're spotting me.
Looking close is fine and good,
once in a while
but flight is beauty,
your waving wings
and gliding, soaring courage,
green leaves & faith your backdrop,
blue sky your home.
You never stay too long
but are always there
when I need you.
To remind me of beauty
and make all my poetry prayer,
I don't know if the air is sweet
for you, or hard—
for me the ground is both—
but you're still here
and I thank you.

—Terri Guillemets

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