Butterfly Riff #2:
Six jointed legs, fine as an eyelash, taste with their feet, prick the skin of the wrist, hunting sweetness.
You forget how old your open hand looks, how lined with stories, can only marvel that you’ve been sampled, tattooed by wonder.
And so you welcome the sting of Beauty: wild, arresting. Evanescent.
I will show them my wonders . . . (Micah 7:15)
For more on this subject, click Exposed to Truth, Its Beautiful Sting
