Mystery

11/19/2011

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Hopeful for redemption,
I only tethered hope,
When I caught mystery by the wings
So mystery could not go.

Wonder is not mine to claim
Wonder needs to fly.
So light upon my finger now
I’ll giggle for awhile.

Then with jubilation
I’ll marvel when I see
The wings expand bejeweled
And fly away from me.
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Dianne
11/23/2011 04:59:37 am

In this photo, the butterfly seems synonomous with fragility. The less vital, less vibrant colors allude to a lack of energy and vitality (external).

The words in the poem contrast the picture by reminding us that there is strength, even within something that on the outside projects frailness.

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