Touched by a messenger
Wings yellow like a Crusader of old
A butterfly landed on my hand today
Like a monarch with yellow wings
Delicate
The beach was crowded
Yet the messenger landed
Divine in it flight
Taking a rest on a beach
A stop on it's way
Between the rains
The thunder and lightening shows
Why did it decide to land on my hand for five minutes?
When so many hands in the crowed
Elders would say a message was delivered
Elders would say a message was delivered
The meaning meant for one
The process of knowing
part of the journey
Captured by it beauty
Then it released me
Not touching the ground
Landing in a nearby tree
Waiting to see
A Crusader taking a break
From a long journey
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