Freed in White Fringes
A sweep above the head,
tallit glittering gold in the morning sun,
wings around my shoulders,
cocooned in reflection,
wrapped in faith,
freed in white fringes –
Opening the blinded eyes,
words jump off the page,
Wrapped in Your love,
the poet writes —
We are Your Butterflies in flight.
© Todd Greenberg - 05/17/2026
