I would love to be a Butterfly if only for a day. One wonderful glorious day. What splendor it would be to glide upon the air and taste the nectar of the flowers and dance from here to there at my whim. As God Almighty takes care of every living creature upon this earth I would sense his watchful eye upon my movement upon the open air, and then would have peace knowing I was not alone.
Along with the power of wings, I would wish for the gift of stardust that I might sprinkle upon all that was touched with the wind under my wings. The stardust would scatter and spread like embers from a crackling fire and possess the power to heal, shed love, light and understanding, and touch each heart with joy! That would be my wish.
But I am trapped in this body of flesh and blood and stranded on the orb called earth where reality is a dark and dreary wilderness that at times has power to stop even the faintest beat of wings of any kind to fit my fancy of dreams. At times it's like I am caught in the sticky web of a spider, struggling to be free.
Every day there is another heartache in the world. I only have a glimpse through the narrow opening of my experiences. If I did not have a knowledge of God and his purpose in my life, I would surely be like the empty shell cast off from the Butterflies prior worm life that dries to dust and is then blown away by a cold winter's wind.
