Perched upon the muzzle of a cannon
Perched upon the muzzle of a cannon
A yellow butterfly is slowly opening
and shutting its wings.
Breath of life,
You ride the waves of life with me
in the rhythms of my communion with you.
You enter the comings and goings
of each day and in every prayer I breathe.
Whether I am in the stillness of quiet prayer
or in the fullness of the day's activity,
may your peace flow through my being.