Would You Be A Butterfly Or Would You Just Be You?

I've had just enough time to...   have a butterfly dream

Taken in the Kota Kinabalu Highlands Park, Sabah

I dreamt I was a butterfly

And it dreamt it was me

And each thought he has the better dream

From flowers to flowers I flew

It walked through the woods on my feet

I fluttered and rode on the wind

It swam with graceful ease

I tasted nectar fresh on the flowers

It tasted ice-cream cold from the fridge

Lying on the grass, it admired the million stars

I marvelled at the thousand suns perched on a leaf

Then we were before Him

And He gently asked –

Would you be a butterfly

Or would you just be you?

We have often heard how nice it will be if we are a butterfly or a bird. Who wouldn’t want to fly? But before we attempt to take to the sky, have we made full use of our God given gifts? Have we used our legs to walk through the woods in the freshness of spring, in the shade of summer, in the colours of autumn, in the silence of winter? When was the last time we greeted the sunrise, watched the sun sinking below the line, laid on the grass and looked up at the night sky. If our feet have not felt the coarseness of sand, the clinging mud, the dampness of wet grass, what business have we to fly?