She traveled past my vision, one day;
She got my attention, I did take notice, but the time was awkward; then, she went
on her way.
No thoughts in my head, did linger of her, no real reason for them to, relinquishing any thoughts of her,
No thoughts in my head, did linger of her, no real reason for them to, relinquishing any thoughts of her,
Going
on with my life, kicking back, going to work, reading and writing, thinking and
planning about my future.
Then she showed up again, this angel I
thought,
My notice again did play host to an attention; wondering now, what had life wrought?
My notice again did play host to an attention; wondering now, what had life wrought?
Was this Divinely Designed, (it was my past hope), how was I to know?
Reluctant with taking chances, and unsure if said place and time was suitable to take one, I decided to do nothing and go with the flow.
Reluctant with taking chances, and unsure if said place and time was suitable to take one, I decided to do nothing and go with the flow.
Then, in this story of me, things got rearranged.
But in a later chapter, there came an encouraging page.
But in a later chapter, there came an encouraging page.
Things started OK, at least from where
I could see.
Then they started changing fast, from low, to a high speed,
Then they started changing fast, from low, to a high speed,
Uncertainty set in, and the questions
did haunt me, and answers did surface - but was it my fear, or was it my thought?
A decision got made, though with uncertainty it was laid, and the question again, what had life wrought? Said decision that got made, was for our lives to part.
A decision got made, though with uncertainty it was laid, and the question again, what had life wrought? Said decision that got made, was for our lives to part.
She who showed up, this angel, who I will call Butterfly,
I Threaten the Day, when I want her to cry.
I Threaten the Day, when I want her to cry.
