Butterfly Wishes

Butterfly Wishes


Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.

He soared up through the atmosphere

Then drifted close enough to hear.

I said, "I'd love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up toward the summer sun.

But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven't wings, just these two arms.
I've been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground.

Then magically he spoke to me
and told me what his wish would be.

He said, "What I'd love most to do
Is walk upon God's Earth with you,
To squish it's mud between my toes
Or touch my finger to my nose.

I'd love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing,
I haven't arms, just these two wings."

And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise.
For we'd both seen God's precious gifts
Through someone else's eyes.

Author Unknown
 
 
 
 
I adore butterflies and one of the things that makes me smile most here in this new home is the number of butterflies flitting around.  Dozens of them everyday, all different kinds and all so pretty.
 

These wings are like stained glass aren't they, so beautiful.

The Water Lily

We bought a water lily for our fish pond on Sunday.  It had two buds and today to my surprise it flowered.  Oh how I love water lilies.  Don't you?  There is something so magical about them. I keep expecting to see a fairy or two or a talking green frog sitting on a leaf, taking in the warm rays of the sun.

It has shut it's petals for the day and is sleeping soundly until the sun rises again tomorrow.

The Water Lily

A lovely young wife

In her dreaming discerns

A lily-decked pool

With a border of ferns,

And a beautiful child,

With butterfly wings,

Trips down to the edge of the water and sings:

‘Come, mamma! come!

‘Quick! follow me—

‘Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!’

And the lonely young wife,

Her heart beating wild,

Cries, ‘Wait till I come,

‘Till I reach you, my child!’

But the beautiful child

With butterfly wings

Steps out on the leaves of the lily and sings:

‘Come, mamma! come!

‘Quick! follow me!

‘And step on the leaves of the water-lily!

And the wife in her dreaming

Steps out on the stream,

But the lily leaves sink

And she wakes from her dream.

Ah, the waking is sad,

For the tears that it brings,

And she knows ’tis her dead baby’s spirit that sings:

‘Come, mamma! come!

‘Quick! follow me!

‘Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!’

 

Henry Lawson