I was surrounded by your beauty,

A mix of graceful fluttering and collective rest,

For a brief moment I desperately grasped.

And you reminded me of a higher plan;

A written script that you follow across miles of land

Until you arrive at a home you neve knew,

But still know is meant for you.

I feel the mystery of your migration.

I stand in awe at the inspiration of your passage,

An unwavering movement

Toward where you were always meant to reach.

And yet, I struggle to find a purpose

In the winding paths I’ve pushed and stumbled

Through weeds and thorns to follow.

I see the purpose in the smallest butterfly

So why can’t I sense an ultimate meaning

Waiting here for me?

—Written by Sandy Heights

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