Strolling through
the church courtyard
I passed the purple flowers
and suddenly
a host of butterflies appeared
and swirled about me
in mad abandon.
This floating laurel
of fluttering wings
surrounded me
and became my retinue.
As I walked among them
I heard them singing:
“Glory to God
on high!
King David
has returned to us!”
I did nothing
to dispel
their myth
as I stepped
into my car
and drove away.