TOUCHED BY HOPE
Dirt, filth and debris lay around everywhere,
Thick acrid smoke and dust was in the air,
A forlorn child lay almost still on the ground,
Feet cut and bleeding, no comfort to be found.

Her blue eyes dimmed with sorrow and pain,
Would that sad stained face ever smile again?
Close by some dusty bedraggled flowers grew,
On them a pretty little butterfly gracefully flew.

She stretched out her hand and it quietly came,
Rested on her fingers and relieved her of pain,
The sad face showed a smile, blue eyes bright,
Even in this hell there shone a beam of light.

It came in the form of a butterfly to a sad child,
A moment of sweet peace in a world so wild,
She watched it as in grace it fluttered away
It gave her hope to live, maybe see another day.

Soon after an aide giver carried her to safety,
“Do you know God’s butterfly came to me,”
The child said, as he held her in care and love,
Too soon butterflies kissed her in heaven above.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 12, 2003