Jesus Tossing Me Butterflies

[Timothy Gega]

Jesus Tossing Me Butterflies<o:p></o:p>

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High upon Vultures wings he does fly,<o:p></o:p>

Another carpenter’s hands illustrating up in the sky.<o:p></o:p>

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While the Egret passes gracefully by,<o:p></o:p>

Reminds me that the angels are nigh.<o:p></o:p>

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As the Red Hawk flutters in front of my eyes,<o:p></o:p>

My heart lights up with joyful sighs.<o:p></o:p>

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Or the Crows who noisily squawk-out each morning,<o:p></o:p>

Are Foretellings of their black and ominous warnings.<o:p></o:p>

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And, the Night Owl that screeches out to me: <o:p></o:p>

To feel what I cannot see.<o:p></o:p>

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Can you remember who you were <o:p></o:p>

before the world told you who you should be?<o:p></o:p>

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But I just listen to all their replies,<o:p></o:p>

Because, that’s just Jesus tossing me some Butterflies.<o:p></o:p>

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©2011 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>