To a butterfly, noticed on the chancel step at St. Nicholas, Ashmore

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Perfectly still,  your beauty locked away within folded  wings
I thought at first you were a black leaf blown in from the cold
but no, early March butterfly
maybe you crept from you chrysallis
in some ledge that caught a day’s sunlight.
Now you have been stranded in prayer
for days on our chancel step,
Maybe for you this is where
you make your journey from time to eternity.
your first and last resting place,
your glory hidden,
undisclosed.

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