Hanging midst green leaves in their safe cocoons, butterflies emerge on a summer afternoon! Caressing in the air, preparing for flight, the butterflies dance in summer summer sunlight. Water from fountain And stream bubble and
flow to the woodwinds tune as all the little creatures swoon.
The music takes them higher, then bowing their heads and folding their wings, as night begins. Only to return in sunlight’s glow to dance the butterfly dance again!
Sometimes I wish I could be a little girl again With red painted nails and toes and a pretty pink dress with ruffles and bows – A summer afternoon – barefoot in the park – playing as only children do Laughing as we pick bouquets – chasing all our problems away!
Some of us begin life with a desert experience, yearning for a garden of fruitfulness and joy – but must wait for the promise of sweetness to come . . .
For we have hope with the promise –
Springs will gush forth in the wilderness Every desert will become a garden Yes – there will be an abundance of flowers and singing with joy !
With a very relentless winter flowers are late with their charming faces but ever faithful to rise again!
“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it” Mark Twain
They lie withered, blue violets pressed to the ground Trodden under foot by humanities’ boot Leaves of green streaked with brown Bleed from the offender’s frown Children’s breaths are hushed their spirits crushed Oh little ones, you have died only to rise anew Sweetly sleep in your humble tombs until again you bloom
Every morning I visited the meadow where the pleasant summer flowers grew daisies with their sunshine faces poppies with paper petals in a meadow full of paper dolls dancing in the middle!
One day I saw a few petals fall and I began to grieve, for soon these paper dolls would fall asleep And then I heard a promise given – “Do not fear, for we have saved a pocket full of seed and we will come back to dance once more next year”
And the promise came true they had returned once again dancing in the breeze!
Each week they had a special day to meet. Having such a good time together, playing and laughing, building sand castles with kings and queens and every imaginable thing.
One day she became too busy and forgot their special day. And now her bucket is too heavy and her shovel is filled with holes. Sand sifts through her fingers having no place to go!
“Don’t forget My Sabbath day of rest Book of Exodus
My yoke is easy and my burden is light” Book of Matthew
Even after beholding his Lord’s resurrection, doubting Thomas would not believe. Then on the eighth day his Lord appeared to his friends and Thomas believed. How many times we so aptly forget the wonders of His love and the gift of His Resurrection!
The following is a metaphor – when we are tempted to forget . . To Believe!
A dove is preparing for her journey…
“Take me with you” I said “For you have wings of rest and are heavenly dressed and I am weary, my burden is heavy, seeking peace and tranquility”
Would the skies by bluer? The birds sweeter? The flowers brighter?
All that makes me long for something better!
We sped across the skies, the sunrise in its splendor
The sunset as it dies This far her wings have brought me Our flight to heaven’s gates ajar This surely is where I was meant to be For all is peace and rest My head bereft of thoughts of doubt No clouds to cover heaven’s light above And a voice speaks within “Why should I be at peace when those left behind are seeking peace as well?” For perhaps not all in the world has been in vain Some things are true For what is a mind without a thought? Even if it is one of doubt! In a God without a trust? Trust in Him I must! A bell without a ring? Or a bird that cannot sing! In all these things He brings to be! Though the longing in my heart to stay Though I wanted so badly here to go I must to earth return To help others along the way!
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