by Michelle Seyner15 Mar 2020
My prayers were wilting butterflies
I sent out to cold, uncaring skies -
they tried to reach heaven, oh, they tried -
but, halfway there, I think, they died...
the road to heaven thus is paved
with butterflies that are engraved
with tears and prayers in every hue
that somehow never made it through
and if you, on your way to bluer skies,
should find one of my butterflies:
please make sure it is received
and tell God I once believed.
1 March 2020.