They meet in the quiet places
Where the world forgets to breathe
Angels drifting like pale constellations
Butterflies rising like small
Living prayers
One carries the memory of heaven
The other carries the memory of earth
And between them
A thin
Trembling thread of light
Stitches the two realms together
When an angel passes
The air folds into a hush
When a butterfly lifts
The hush becomes a blessing
And I stand in that seam
Where wings of spirit
And wings of color
Touch for a moment
Feeling the soft exchange
Of everything gentle
That keeps the world from breaking