This one may be sad but these words found my heart on Sunday afternoon when I saw this beautiful, broken-winged swallowtail. 💛🦋
Beloved, broken wingèd one,
Though your life nears its end,
Still you flit among the flowers
And dance upon the wind.
You shall not count the hours
That remain beneath the sun
But in sweetness each moment spend
Until the journey’s done.
copyright 2017 Diana Henderson