Angels And Butterflies

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