Butterflies by Emily
How often we eye the strong and expect of them more than they are able.
We take our eye off the weak and expect of them nothing at all.
In this gaze and the lack thereof, there is no look of love.
I will post more about the butterflies soon, but wanted to catch up on posting the dialogue between my Dad and I regarding my first butterfly post. If you want to follow our dialogue, you can do so at Conversations with Rev. Dad.
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