"Wings of Wisdom"
Two butterflies danced in morning light,  
Soft as whispers, hearts held tight.  
One bore stories etched in flight,  
The other listened, eyes so bright.

They circled sorrow, hovered near,  
Bringing comfort, drawing cheer.  
No need for words, their silence spoke,  
Of healing paths and burdens broke.

One knew grief, the other grace,  
Together they found sacred space.  
In every flutter, truth was shared,  
In every pause, they deeply cared.

They taught the flowers how to bend,  
How broken wings still rise and mend.  
Two souls in flight, not bound by time,  
Compassion woven, wisdom prime. 
© Christian National Church of Christ

Ecclesiastes 4:9–10 (NIV) “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up.”