The butterfly flutters, distracting
from its inherent beauty.
Skittering across sightlines
in sincere purity;
flight pattern may be
viewed as erratic,
yet the precision with which
it lands, a delicate triumph
for the eyes.
Anyone keen enough quickly
discerns the perfect skill,
the amazing grace,
the pristine purpose.

As if placed by an Angel.
The butterfly stretches its wings
to catch the rays of God,
whose artistry is now on
full display.
Quietly taking on what's
necessary, seemingly eating
the colors from the flowers;
just enough to ignite the
imagination, while watching again,
as God takes flight.

God's Electric Butterfly!