Written by my friend Judy for her friend in Boston, USA: <br /> <br />You told me to watch out for a butterfly <br />A white one at that – <br />But I whispered, there are none flying by….. <br />Tomorrow, you said, I should look out. <br />But they won’t be here, I shrugged: <br />they’re rarely about. <br />But on Friday I remembered <br />and went into the garden. <br />But a day had already gone by. <br /> <br />As I pulled up weeds and fingered the soil <br />I kept wondering about my chances <br />of sighting your butterfly. <br />So I spoke with God in my garden <br />about all things bright and beautiful <br />and the butterfly you wanted me to see. <br />I bent down to touch a lily <br />with it’s colours shaded bright <br />When from a leafy hollow something flew up <br />and lightly touched my hair. <br /> <br />Could it be that despite the distance between us <br />God had given us something to share? <br />I looked up and smiled <br />as it fluttered towards the sky and I knew… <br />‘Twas indeed God’s messenger <br />with the sun upon it’s wings. <br /> <br />How great Thou art, I thought………. <br />Butterflies usually fly north <br />when the summer has gone <br />but this year they started early. <br />Did you put a fleece out, my Kath <br />For Him to show He loves us dearly?<br /><br />Margaret Kollmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-butterfly-for-kathy/
