A Fragile Thing

I stepped outside, into the beautiful day, and saw a fragile thing;
A Luna moth, weak and pale from its night wanderings.
I carefully placed it on a tree, where the soft, cool breezes could strengthen it,
for I knew it would fly again.

Fly away.
Fly away, my Love.
let the breezes carry you away.
Stay upon the whispering clouds and forsake this dirty ground.

My soul is like a Luna moth, weak and pale from night wanderings, a fragile thing.
Breathe on me, Breath of God, like cool breezes strengthen my heart,
so that I might fly again.

Fly away.
Fly away, my Love.
let the breezes carry you away.
Stay upon the whispering clouds and forsake this dirty ground.

(Journal entry – April 15, 1986)

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