I watched a flitting butterfly
So colorful and bright,
Flutter through the flower bed
A rust red, ivory sight.
He flew by the daisies
Without a glance at the rose
He passed the lilies and daffodils
And landed on my nose.
I put my hand up slowly
While sitting very still.
I hoped he would trust me
And stay with me until
This lovely hour was over,
And the sun had closed the day.
Perhaps he came to tell me
Things he has heard God say.
Evelyn McNulta is a North Augusta resident.
