Closing wings, the iridescent blue butterfly,
Disappears within the branches breaking in the sun,
Beauty perceived resting unadorned amidst the ninth hour,
Pleasant affirmations growing quieter still,
Acceptance settling beneath the dissipation,
Expanding out in silent waves, centering upon the Cross.
Resounding eternal, love elevates torment and toil.
Death the final plague, sprouts salvation within the grave.