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?
