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If not the light of day
and the dark
of night,
If not the gathered waters
and the dry
of land,
If not the heavens above
and stars so
bright,
If not the highest mountain
and waves on
dry sand,
If not plants that bare
seed
and animals
with breath,
If not a man and a woman
who were to
see no death,
Consider the butterfly
surely one
of God's least,
Proof of His design by hand,
hardly a creative
feast,
But beauty beyond belief,
fluttering
free as a fan,
Unfettered of all former
function,
redeemed according
to plan.
Psalm 8:5, 19:1
Genesis 1:1-31
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