Butterfly Breath

When I see clipped flowers, something deep inside me desires to get them into water, so they can last as long as possible sharing their beauty, fragrance and joy. A bouquet sitting out of water is actually distressing to me, the vision translates to moments of joy being lost.

In the middle of the night

while the sun streamed through the windows

an elderly mother and her caring son

watched me

gather fallen roses

one by one and

replace them in their vases.

We exchanged smiles.

I turned and saw

a butterfly flutter and

felt her in my stomach.

She landed gently next to another

who had fallen and was struggling to breath.

Eyes locked on his

she matched each breath


he stopped and she breathed on.

It was the most beautiful sad dream

I have ever lived.


No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. from Romans 8