(Permission to use this poem was kindly given to the
Stamatelatos family by it's author
Idella Pearl Edwards)

The Butterfly

I stood by my kitchen window, heart heavy with despair.
Hope was gone, my spirit spent, unsure that God was there.

My unseeing eyes gazed outward while inward thoughts ran wild.
Chasing elusive answers, my soul, by doubt, beguiled.

Then my mind came into focus as a movement caught my eye-
Outside among the flowers was a tiny, yellow butterfly.

It looked like a bit of sunshine, dancing in the breeze.
Darting in among the flowers, it fluttered by with ease.
Entranced by this tiny miracle, suddenly I knew

That God who made the universe,
The God who created me,
The God who made the butterfly

Set my spirit free!