Beautiful butterfly, collector of light,
left by the rays of the sun on a shore, pleasant and fair. Take your flight into the night and land on the right hand of God.
invoke in God a gentle whim.
lead God's heart asunder.
let God gain a gayly grin.
when you enter God's kingdom from under
leave with Grace, a new found grace
kiss with your wings his face.
your presence comes steady, your beauty unique and let's not mention your flutter; so tranquil, smooth and full of life, a melodic, measured stutter.
your goal and merit are both steadfast and true.
your desire and will will will
will to fill the fields with blue.
when you get back from up above
the clouds shine'd by gold, by love,
bring with you the joy anew
upon the wings with which you flew
and leave behind a brand new kind
of hallowed, blessed, tender shine.
know this flower will prevail,
your journey not in vain
place your faith upon our sail
though the whips of the wind may pain.
to guide the vessel, by God's great hand,
against the winds, to measured gain;
our destined task as planned.
ne'er forget we know your fight
and thank you for your treasure.
take care on your journey, take care on your flight.
know that each one, that you've touched,
in all ways gives us pleasure.
we see you taking off now.
from your resting place of choice:
a moment of when and flow.
bless it now, and with our voice
we'll let you know we've seen you go.
you'll take your journey at sunset choice
time for your stuttery flow.
though small it may be, I know on this eve, that beautiful as would be your voice.
as you disappear, we admire you still, how we love, but hate your go.
away, away, away though go.
to inspire the Geometer's voice.
inspire also his pen, amidst his people, to flow.
a presence we welcome by choice.
in your absence, we plant by choice,
a flower suggested for Flow,
forgiving Nature, giving voice.
by moonlight now, we seed the ground and go.
into Spirit, we shout "Ire", we beg to Spirit, "Go!"
when you return, the bright next morning to us please lift your voice.
out of standings, your beautiful gifts, only measured up by your flow.
we give to you, we gift to you, many a perch of choice.
and when you land, your act of choice,
your heavenly journey of flow
completed and proud be the voice
and into the hollows will go.
and go, go, go and go and go.
it will go and lift that voice,
it will inspire in others that flow
that will to live: that choice,
and in God's presence, make that choice,
allow your grandeur flow,
raise your empire, lift your voice
and into Presence go.
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