My grandson screams and runs away
from a butterfly, flutterflower,
wings fine as petals.
The butterfly, gentlest creature,
flies on, perhaps abashed, perhaps,
feeling manly for having made
a child cry, to pick a fight
with a Monarch.
Peter Leithart
Peter J. Leithart is President of Theopolis Institute. He is the author of numerous books on theology, literature, and culture, including Theopolitan, Defending Constantine, and Baptized Body.
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