For a brief moment only,
A butterfly landed,
Before it expanded,
Its wings and moved on.
But that moment revealed
Such orange and black splendor,
Such structure such form,
As only a Creator could render;
That one wonders why, with butterflies around,
Atheist, agnostics, or their kind can be found.
And another thought persists on presentation.
Such beauty, though of such brief revelation,
Was still beauty.
Beauty, howe’er brief it may be,
Is still beautiful to see!
Friend, your life and mine,
Though complexed and completed by activities of time,
Is just as short by eternity’s standard,
As the moment an insect spent before it bounded.
Make it beautiful, friend, make it remembered by,
The color and structure, and years from now
When you’ve bounded away,
Its beauty will be able to stay. -eab, 9/1975
Written after seeing a monarch at the first curve of graven road leading up to the water tower behind Friendsville, Tennessee.
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