Scott Davidson

Chasing Butterflies

Chasing the flitting feather on a blue sky,
a laugh and bouncing trot of a child
chasing butterflies

This is it –- this is our witnessing God’s greatness;
a fleeting moment,
elusive like the butterfly in its
feather-floating dance
—Is this it?

All the live murmur of a summer’s day;
the moment of pause
reflecting upon one’s contingent thrown-ness
existing
but on the
narrow strip of sun-scorched sand
between childhood and pretend-to-know age
racing
toward us like frost and long shadows

the ineffable sublimity of beauty
in the laugh and trot of a child
chasing butterflies

chasing butterflies.

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