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This is some poetry um prose I wrote a long time ago.  It’s not meant to rhyme, but I hope it will speak to you anyway.   I will give the words below so you don’t have to break get a crick in your neck from trying to read it on the butterfly.

The Butterfly Poem

It is through pain

—–that real joy is known

Better or bitter,

—–the choice is ours

We don’t walk alone

—–except by choice

God willingly walks

—–with those who allow

We make our choices

—–day by day

We can embrace life

—–or walk away

So when life offers pain

—–grab His hand and hang on.