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I praised him for his passion

he praised me for my mirth

I praised him for his ceaseless loyalty

he praised me for my faith

never knowing what it was worth

I was at one level saddened to learn of

his death

how tragic seemed his young demise

I wondered about his journey

and if his soul had indeed joyously

arrived

and then today

a tiny white butterfly followed

me and landed on my hand

I smiled so brightly as if from within

for I at last knew

somehow he was back in his native land

and no longer just a visitor with so

much pain...............

(written Sept 23, 2004 3am)