When we first met she had left
her land of faith.
When we married I had found it
and she soon followed.
I found through her and she through me.
But she still has not come home.
We can look into the past
in Scotland, Ireland, Poland, New Zealand
or ahead to Jerusalem.
But faith and love are tender things
which are damaged by being grasped.
We hold out our hands to the butterfly
from our homeland.