Monday, 8 October 2012
Then one day I found her sitting on the edge of the jar, wings quivering with excitement and I knew she was preparing for her final flight away from me, ready to start out a new life, a new adventure on her journey. How I secretly wished I could screw the lid back in place, keep her with me for ever, but of course when we love something or someone, we want to share its beauty with the world, see it fly free and joyfully, see it become all it has been destined to be. So I did not put the lid back, instead I tied a million prayers to her wings. I put the jar out on the windowsill where it would always be visible when my butterfly passes my window and know that at any time she can return for a rest, a refill, before she once again returns to her new home.
Soon, too soon, my butterfly will take to the sky, I count the days with sadness, but with pride, for she is the most precious of butterflies and her heart has so much joy to give. She also counts the days, with elation, the long awaited flight is near, a wonderful life awaits.
Have I equipped her with all she will need on her journey? Have I loved her well enough? Will the winds be gentle with her? Only time will tell.
I place her now gently on my fingertips as they are folded in prayer and I whisper to her: Fly, my little butterfly, my love will always be the wind beneath your wings, and my prayers are only a thought away. It is almost time.....
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