Resting sheltered under the canopy of a grand old sycamore tree, some beautiful imagery floats overhead, into mind and spirit…
There is a western tiger swallowtail fluttering about high above in the tree’s canopy. I cannot spy the butterfly directly from where I am sitting, but I can see Her shadow dancing around on the earths floor.
This is similar to how I experience our wondrously divined universe with Her many treasures and secrets. Answers to the great mysteries dance around our lives daily, revealing themselves for us to see as surely as I see the butterfly’s shadow.
Little gifts, revealed almost everywhere, often in the amazing manifestations of nature, are bright and telling Wings of Faith, evening in the darkness for those who have eyes to see….
 
			Even thought I have not seen the graceful butterfly with my own eyes, I know She is there.
Release Love
A Shadow’s Dance
Amongst timbered
 Shades of noon
 Waltzing flyers sing
Flutters dark
 Whisper glimpses light
 Via painted wing
Aerial dramas
 Stellar set
 On terra verdant stage
Of graceful Angels
 Canopies hint
 Mysteries are played
Ever musing
 A Shadow’s dance
 Created from on high
Wishing I may
 Chance to glance
 The fleeting Butterfly
~K. D’Angelo

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