once in a land of ordinary women
lived a sprite
neither coddled
nor contrite.
She flew among
ones who could not believe,
carried to the unbelievers
the seed of the transformation
hat brought resurrection to a moribund
group who followed the sprite
wherever words were sought.
Our Lady wore her talisman
along with a colorful crystal
amulet that encouraged use
of daily poems upon rising
and single words before
sleeping or resting. Today
Our Lady of the Butterflies
flies to another land.