There was day that I found the most amazing butterfly
He had a broken wing and seemed a little bruised
But upon looking much more closely at his colors
Deep below, I found the most beautiful creature
The funny thing was, I think I had a battered wing, too
Wounded by a past of hurts too deep my colors had faded
But finding the butterfly, as if finding the perfect grain of sand
Was more of a gift than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams
Sometimes when you find something, even if for awhile
That seems to be given to you to help you fly again
No words can really express the brilliance of the moment
But you are aware that everything has a place and purpose
Finding the butterfly and being found by the wounded butterfly
Brought deep joy and remembrance of the preciousness of beginnings
Of stories shared, like a meeting of souls and a chance to dream again
But butterflies don't always stay, they are meant to fly
And the butterfly with the broken wing and this butterfly knew
The time would come and even if they soared in separate directions
The gift of finding each other and letting go were equally beautiful
Because there was a love within the seeking, the finding
And of the fluttering and the healing of the wings
That brought them together, but then let them be set free
To always know they were richer, better for the journey
And the broken wings could mend, even if worn
Because love was the center and courage was the release
And it left each of them with brighter colors within
And always when I soar, I can smile and know
Setting the butterfly of each of us free
Also allowed dreams to soar to the heavens
And souls to be changed forever
And be deeply reminded that love still matters.
The promise of new life in the butterfly
Still makes me smile.
