Wing and a Prayer
God sent me a wish today.
On a wing.
I opened the door,
And there it was.
As if waiting for me to stop by.
Don't know what kind of wing it was.
But that it was big and colorful.
Where was the butterfly or moth
That had undoubtedly lost its life?
Where was this wonderful creature
Whose wing made me pause and marvel at its beauty?
I saw nothing on the ground but stones.
No butterfly corpses
No moth carcasses.
The wing must have flown there somehow.
On the breath of God's wind.
So I picked it up
So light and delicate
It seemed still alive
As the slightest breath
Made it flutter and hop in my hand,
Its false eye winking at me.
So I held it close and said a prayer
That had all my hopes and dreams
I them blew on it.
Sent it flying back to God.
I saw a tiny moth the night before.
I've seen all colors.
Yellows, browns, grays, and even bright pink.
I always think they might be angels in disguise.