Captured by his body,

my Angel's spirit has wings;

a butterfly wafting gently

throughout our world,

lighting gently on those

abiding there.

Captured by our intelligence,

we flowers, rooted too deeply in reality,

need the little monarch

gliding from flower to flower

pollinating,

multiplying the joy; the blooms

for our garden home.

Our Gardener knows what true

Beauty is;

far beyond

our Natural Conception.

Our exquisite inhabitant,

unfettered by convention,

reduces the complicated to the simple,

bringing us His message,

allowing us

to be

painfully pruned and weeded

for a

beautiful and bountiful

harvest.