The Last Stone

Beautiful Butterfly

by Marie Thearose

I will not cobble together
a defense of myself
with lines from your holy book.

If the book of the Earth
Her soil nourishing you
with joy and anguish
could not teach you empathy
what more could I say?

Even Jesus
has to spell it
out for you
in the dirt.



Marie Thearose
Mother to her daughter, dogs, cats, words, and her own spirit, Marie Thearose is a poet and spiritual journeywoman. She works as a veterinary assistant, engages poetry, theology, and politics on Twitter and Instagram, but feels most at home in the forest.


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