This Moment in Time
'This Moment in Time' by David Hart
Leaves gleefully joyride
an undulating stream
Under crisp scintillating
A butterfly rests in the
hand of God.
A sword is tightly clasped
in Allah's hand.
A flower is caressed by
Now a break in fervent
A group of children laugh
and peer at an ant farm.
A butterfly ascends from
the hand of God.
A sword cascades to the
ground from Allah's hand.
A small child delights
upon receiving the Buddha's
A giddy wind now weaves lovingly
through ticklish trees.
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