Fred Gillen Jr.

Poetry

Black Butterflies

I tried to pass God to you
like a weathered, old book
painstakingly and reverently
but the fire in our hearts
burned the brittle pages
along with our hands
and now we can't touch.
Our scorched fingers can
no longer feel
the fleeting perfection they felt before.
Now that I am not in the way
can you see God?
Or has the flame blinded
you to Him
though he is all around you.
Do you reach out to touch
what you know is there
and feel only oxygen with your
charred, choked hands
black butterflies fluttering fruitlessly
before they fall
silent, still forever.

Posted Sunday, July 6th 2003

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 02/25/2006     Shine
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 07/8/2005     The Heart Inside
 04/19/2005     Winter
 11/30/2004     Broken Open
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