I clear my heart and focus on what is truly important.
I clear my heart and make room for this vessel to be filled.
I clear my heat and wait for my LORD.

The fanatic that I am, offers prayers, incense, and sacrifices to HIM.
I open my heart and mind to HIM and write poems for HIS eyes only.
HE sees my words and directs me to write accordingly.

A fanatic at my core, I give praise in secret as My LORD gives me words that cannot be seen at our angle.
The words are just barely on the tip of my pen.
They swish and swirl, bubble and pop inside my mind all at once.
Cascading visions, rainbow messages, and fantastic colors pass me by.
They flutter by like a thick cloud of butterflies.

I run after the cloud and reach out to capture a butterfly with wildly flailing arms.
The numerous wings within the cloud slice through my fingers and then my slices become dices.
In a desperate attempt for a small nibble of the things that have been promised to me, I pick up my dice and gamble away my flesh and soul.
Impatient for a taste, I throw the dice at the cloud and strike a defenseless butterfly.
“Give me a taste LORD.” I shout greedily.

Crushed and crippled, I picked up the innocent life and put it in my mouth.
I cry out to the sky, “”Don’t let me go, I wanna fly!”

The world goes dark as the mouth chews and swallows me.
I cry out again in despair, slide down, and plop into bubbling stomach acid.
Surrounded by garbage and gluttony, I grow enraged because this stupid thing, this monster killed a butterfly with dice.
Just to get a fix for their vice,
But I pause and think twice,
I am the one that killed a butterfly with dice.

“This is me.” I say as I take the butterfly out and release it back to the sky.
I look at us, the butterfly and I, and remember the lesson from The Parable of the Butterfly in a vision the LORD sent me.