Wings Pressed in Prayer

Butterfly at rest in Ben's wildflower patch

Yellow butterfly

After reading the following poem by Ted Kooser, I cannot see folded butterfly wings without thinking of praying hands:

Praying Hands
by Ted Kooser

There is at least one pair
In every thrift shop in America,
Molded in plastic or plaster of paris
And glued to a plaque,
or printed in church pamphlet colors
and framed under glass.
Today I saw a pair made out of
lightweight wire stretched over a pattern
of finishing nails.
This is the way faith goes
from door to door,
cast out of one and welcomed at another.
A butterfly presses its wings like that
as it rests between flowers.