Divine things

All around us,

divine things;

elusive butterflies of different hues

catching the light and reflecting it

in rainbow colours, flashing

as they flap their delicate wings.

From shade into brightness

and back into the shadows they flutter;

intermittently visible,

persistently present, fragile.

Tears and generosity,

humility, sacrifice, and discomforting truth,

these things; born out of love,

and vulnerable. Like god.

They dance, unconstrained,

through the dappled sunlight,

precariously present.              

Divine things,

all around us, (and within);

keep your eyes upon them.

© Ken Rookes 2015