Richard McDonald By Richard McDonald, 20th Mar 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is about a person who met some years ago while on tour ( I was a part of an performing arts ministry) and she is the mother to one of my friends but quickly became everyone’s mother we had a bond that grow strong with time she is truly and amazing person.



Dear butterfly you are a feather plucked from an angle by God and dropped to earth.
Mother to the worms filled with potential still to go in to heaven’s room and transform in what you are.
You came to sit next to me ever so gently flapping your wings open and open reviling your heart
And so mine started jumping in its locked chest breaking the lock to beat alongside your wings.
I experienced the butterfly effect, I danced with your earthquake and peered in to your core.

Lonely feather of an angel did the wing abandon you?
Seeking butterfly what are you after?
After the eyes to see you fly like a peaceful storm or how you land on a flower slowly opening your wings like your opening pages of a bible, do you want the angle to know you have left?
Dear butterfly this is what you do not see
You bring the calm in our storm, when your wings open on that flower it reveals something holier between the pages that which binds it together. Your wings are graffiti on church doors painted by the angels themselves.

A drifting beauty that landed on the dragon’s finger helped it to move.
We are all after the cocoon woven out of Love by God
To be enclosed by the truth and see what secrets is written inside
It’s a lonely journey of patience
We are worms to butterflies
Butterflies to angles
Butterflies to angels.

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