the mind perceives what the hand cannot catch beauty dances before the face it lands in the open hand clutch it; it's dashed to dust watch too long, fade and rust blink and it flutters away the stream of time is the invisible wind made by the breath of God we must breathe Him in and live with the spirit that flies from the right hand above Resurrections place forever love Chasing Butterflys |
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