The wind took the butterfly
To the top of the mountain
I watched it flit to the end of the sky
When the spirit soars too high
Sometimes the body must die

And how can I be sad
When you pass from this life
I see your children and your widow
Who once was your wife
The church body
Who has lost its heart
The smile that preceded you
Is cold
And dark

I see us bursting out in laughter
God laughing with us too
Loving without saying the words
Loving in things you would do
You reached out to me
And I wish you'd been told
You were my butterfly
Who would never grow old

And in this hour
Now you are finally free
Because you reached out to this stranger
And became Christ for me

November 18
Copyright 2006, Michael Paul