~A White Butterfly In The, Snow~

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven"
~ Ecclesiastes 3:1~


My life is a fairy tale! And I wish I could tell you the whole story of my life! I hope you find me to be a great storyteller, I hope you find this story to be great, and most of all, I hope you find all that is true, that you are love too!

~A White Butterfly In The, Snow~

Once upon a time, there was a girl,

who gave her heart to everyone,

and who lost everything,

and who kept one thing,

the one thing she always gave away,

her heart~

This heart was special,

as every heart is,

and this heart was made of feathers,

and this heart was open,

and this heart was shaped in a pretty shape,

like a heart,

as most every heart is~

This heart opened like a Valentine,

and a folded map~

And when one side was lifted from the center,

and the other side was lifted from the center,

this heart became ever so very bright,

for the folded, feathered sides,

became two wings, in flight~

When this heart would open,

this heart would become,

all this heart ever was,

love~

And then, when this heart was broken,

shattering the earth that she knew,

and a line like a river,

poured through the center of this heart,

she held on to all that she knew, to be true~

She held on,

to the sacred years,

and in gentle tears,

her littleness was embraced,

and she told herself, "This line of heartbreak,

was not meant to be erased"~

From her heart, she whispered,

like a soft wave of the sea,

"If this, is so destiny,

then I am, so this is, meant to be" ~

She looked to the sky,

and she remembered,

all those precious words,

fluttering like the wings of birds,

that she was ever so blessed, to have heard, be spoken,

and she bowed her head to the stars,

blessing her heart, so broken,

and hugged her knees,

blessed by the swaying trees~

She placed her hands upon her heart,

to honor, to christen, every start,

and she felt this feathered rift,

and she remembered how special it felt to share,

moments, that are a blessed gift,

and she smiled,

for this sadness, she was happy to bear

for in this moment, all that she lost,

she ever would so cherish to care,

for every star crossed

from here, and from there~

And she knew then, that a heart always, opens to reveal,

like cathedral doors, from a center marking, that is the seal,

made of wings, holding all that is embraced to heal,

a heart, the very essence of light,

a heart, in essence, to be in love, in flight~

She thanked then, all that is true,

that a heart, always opens, in love,

like the wings of a dove,

for love, for all, for you~

And, then it was, that she also knew,

something very special too,

that this broken heart line,

had been blessed by her heart's feathered rift,

as, her divinity, so to shine,

for, love, all love, is a blessed gift~


"There's a time that we need to share, so send a smile, we're on our way back home"
~Give A Little Bit~