Heaven's Promises
Floating aloft
On gossamer wings,
It flutters by,
Lovely to behold.
Closer, closer...
I reach for it.
Fleeting away,
It is quickly
Gone from me,
Out of grasp.
Like a butterly,
Earthly delights
Tempt me
Until I am
Desperate
With yearning.
Why do I reach
For the perishable
When I already hold
Heaven’s promises
In my hand?
© 2011 Mary R. Schutter