His Hand

Written for a friend, deemed too direct. The intended meaning has changed by looking at it a little more closely.

Be not the gentle butterfly,

Abashed by the lightest breeze

Trampled under foot

When dust is lifted from your wings

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Be not the shimmering rainbow

Of many coloring and many faces

Intangible and lost in translation

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Be the deep-rooted tree

The flexible trunk

Held by firm foundation

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Be the courageous lion

Roar you deepest roar

The one hidden behind pursed lips

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Let no hand guide you

Nor mislead you

But His, in eternal glory

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Know that one person has not lost faith in you

Author's Note

What more is there to say? Honesty is appreciated.