May 27, 2001 - November 17, 2015


A Poem on a Sunday Afternoon


we joyful view the butterfly

which lovely oft does flutter by

its early form gives death the lie

becomes a feast to please the eye

in wondrous hue upon the sky


of such beauty our own may shy

with scarce more than a quiet sigh

but such response would truth deny

for none but man did Gods Son die

and triumphant rise to reign on high


A Poem on a Sunday Afternoon
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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