A SONG OF A BUTTERFLY
I leap into the sunshine,
I dance across the air,
I glorify the afternoon
and
ridicule despair,
My wings a sunny yellow
Or wild design of gold,
I hint of hope for all the things
that
prophets have foretold.
I know, dear God, my message
Seems trivial and droll,
Because I'm a lighthearted bug
Some
think I have no soul.
But beauty goes with fairness
And justice as a boon,
So dancing joy implies the hope
For
justice late and soon.
Amazing grace and beauty --
With justice -- I will sing,
Though I am just another bug,
I
proudly do my thing.
O Wondrous God of color,
Receive my thanks, I pray,
That I can have so rich a role
Though
I live but a day.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary
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