Still

A yellow butterfly crossed my path today 

It had violet and yellow wings 

And was polka dotted red

"What an odd combination,"

I thought to myself as looked fixedly

At the compounded, fused color medley, 

Painted on her wings

Setting herself on the branch of a tree 

She fluttered her wings, rapidly....
In a voice, rather high, she spoke....

"The story of my life's edges glow,

Swaying from right to left, left to right,

Moving only millimeters at a time,
One day like today,

I noticed a herd of people

Making their way up that street 
Trailing behind...

This solitary man, he was in horrid shape 

Perching myself upon his shoulder 

I watched at what was unfolding 
But I could not watch for long 
The brutality was too much for me to bear,

Petrified at the situation at hand, I turned my head  
Slowly peering I see...
This man....

He carried two trees wearily 

Exasperated and faint

Eyelids swollen so badly, he could barely see

He careened

His glow, 
dulled out by dust temporarily...

Unbeknownst by any of us 

I heard his mother sob hysterically,

'My poor son,

Bruised and beaten 

For so many '

Continuing to stumble He looked up and said, 
"I'm always looking for you, 

Amidst the crowded solitude swelling up inside 

Through the mobbed byways of your heart

Where my pre destined condemnation masks your real life.

Where the word Love intersects with sacrifice 

And my suffering is separated by time"

I saw Shadows and fears march beside him trying to terrorize 

Dishearten, chanting repeatedly 

Planting doubt in your mind

Abandonment and despair 

Temptation trying to inundate

The drops of hope 

breaking through drought 

Leave their trail down your pain stricken face

Gravity drags our

 massive burdens weight 

As all our sins, red,

drip down your forehead 

Your fatigued body, on those two trees you carried is laid

Overcome by a need to somehow intervene ...

I began fluttering around frantically 

His bloodshot eyes

Supplicated for mercy 

they drove nails through his hands 

All I could do was attempt to console,

softly whispering in his ear

Tenderly singing hymns of old

Expanding his lungs the best he could , 

He took his final breath...

In humble surrender,

He bowed his head 

Yielding to the Father, 

It was finished, 

He was dead....

The roman soldiers joked and laughed,

Breaking the legs of those crucified 

Shamelessly, while making bets

When they reached Jesus, as the man was named,

Not one dared to touch him

Or break a bone in his body

Still settled upon his shoulder,

Horrified at what I was witnessing, 

When a soldier, thrusting a lance into his side,

Drew out blood and water combined 

Distraught I drew near to the wound 

Striving to somehow rectify

Blood and water flowing, 

My wings were permanently adorned

Red splatters decorate me

With his mercy divine

Tiny droplets now grace my tiny purple wings 

A testimony to the beauty of True Love,

But none more magnificent than the sight beheld,

Three days after his death,

He gloriously rose again,

All of darkness dispelled,

Yes, my wings sing the hymns I sang, 

The declaration of thy grand victory 

The triumphant reign of Life over death