Thru weeds and grass, up garden walls.

*

Moving with her tiny feet

She crosses sidewalks and the streets.

*

Back in her garden flowers abound.

Buzzing bees can there be found.

*

The bees fly 'round, around the trees

And with their song they seem so free.

*

Freedom takes awhile to be found.

The caterpillar's on the ground.

*

The caterpillar crawls into her room.

Dark and damp - her own cocoon.

*

Some sunny day she then flies out.

A butterfly is now about.

*

Freedom found...freedom gained.

She shows her joy in purple rain.

*

She flies so high...flies so low.

Beautiful creature, all aglow.

*

And so we see, and so we sigh.

Be not afraid... be a butterfly.

                                                        Matt Stuart

Join ocean waves in glistening delight.

White frothy waves look up to 

White cotton puffs

That are ever-moving in their wordless flight

In noisy silence.

*

Blue skies meet blue waters.

Eternity touches frailty, and moves on

In noisy silence.

*

Transparent hands perform their glorious work.

Absent substances become flawless wonder.

Life is formed.

Light and dark forever seen now

In noisy silence.

*

Touching, feeling, loving, hoping,

Life is here; His light I bear! 

The Creator touches mortal.

And we move on 

In noisy silence. 

                                                  Rebecca Stuart