One white butterfly floats by
beneath the sun's rainbow halo
as I come back to salaat,
singing of the seam in being
both creature and eternal reality
rapt in God.
I let her go
and follow the rhythm of this prayer,
until she finds her mate
resting in the spearmint
and makes a pair which passes
in perfect dance
perpetually.
I am struck
that mine is no supplication,
but a simple statement of fact:
this world is blessed,
before and after, forever.
The seven circles around today's light
are just one
more sign of super natural life.