A frivolous request,

it seems, for a butterfly

to near me

so close I can see

its patterned wings

and breathe in the spectral

colors. Only we know

the chance meeting is not

chance at all, but gifted.

An answer

to my lighthearted prayer.

A reply

To my foolish questions.

And always,

this is how

I know

that my God

is ever near.