Container of Blue Butterflies

My heart flutters with frail wings and rings loudly over the Freshwater Springs.  The snow is all over everything melted to nothing.  The sky is blue monkeys warm and bright eyed.

Secret passwords and stolen hypocrisy, all forgotten about at the start and end of you and me. God works mysteriously, whispering adversity.  Convincingly sure of a movie or two unmade or watched by me or you.  the setting is Brazil in one movie, and Jamaica in the other to build countries up as we have been lifted up.

Blue butterflies why o why do you make my heart rise?  The fluttering feelings of wings, after a morning Joe of decafinated caffeine and muffins from the best bakery around where natural ingredients can be found.

Blue monkies playing fiddles to rhyming swaying riddles to give a widow her earned respect due, where pure hearts ring true.  Rumbling bumbling bodily fluids contained in a holy temple not our own.  A little water, soda, coffee, or juice measured oh so daintily covering the pleasures of tiny tips from health Magazine issues.

Still these blue butterflies flutter fast and timely, wings so frail at hearts unity.  Me.  You. A tree. Blue monkeys swing and sway branch to branch snapping away.  Stay.  Go. Pray. Know.  Thanks so?

Spiritual Narcotic Clause

We trickle and play second fiddle to sooth and swoon.  Lord in Heaven above its love and life Your gave when my brain caves soon.  So I know it's already in your trusted plan and so I stand a chance to be Lord what only you see in a woman faithfully.

I magnifie problems big and small, no matter the size and weight decisions bring loss and gain I want to brave and obedient not like King Saul, O God the puzzles and shapes are there for love and reason when I feel my heart thrown on the floor over and over and my faith is washed up on the shore, and when Im feeling my own medicine when I want to solve problems alone, I return to the one who knows already what I need and knows my name,
Amen.