The Butterfly Flutters By
Just when the weight on my shoulders feels heaviest;
Just when my world of problems is making me cry;
Just when the crazies around me are at their craziest …
… the butterfly flutters by.
Just when I reach the end of the rope I hang onto;
Just when I am ready to ask the Good Lord, “Why?”;
Just when my head is about to split in two …
… the butterfly flutters by.
And suddenly, the weight is less heavy;
No tears do I need to cry;
The crazies regain their sanity …
… and the butterfly winks an eye.
The rope is my salvation;
The Good Lord gives His reply;
My head is in one piece again
… sing praise to the butterfly.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2014
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