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.