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Butterfly
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Once,when
I was a child in body,I
caught a butterfly.
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It was easy. I
just waited till it had landed
and snatched it up by
both wings.
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It was so beautiful.I
named it "Heart" because of
the pattern on it\'s wings
and the joy it made me
feel inside my chest.
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I
would keep this butterfly. This
Heart |
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.But a terrible thing happened.
The beautiful pattern of it\'s wings,
the heart of many colors, was being rubbed off by my fingers!
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I let Heart go but she didn\'t
seem so beautiful and
carefree anymore.
And she seemed to fly more out of resignation
than out of joy.
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I learned a lesson that day. Beauty
is not something you grab because
you want it.
Beauty is not something
you can possess whenever you
feel the need.
Beauty can be a very
fragile thing indeed.
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I see another butterfly.She
is flying crazily in the blowing wind.
And being tossed endlessly
and dangerously across
the sky.
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But I have learned my lesson.I
will not grab the butterfly
for fear I\'ll surely
do more harm than good.
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I think I\'ll simply hold out my
hands and offer her a place to land.
A place to be temporarily sheltered from the wind and
the storm.
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And if she lands I will hold her
with the gentleless of touches so that she may
fly again whenever she wants to.
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And if she lands I will tell her
how poignantly beautiful she is.
And how she touches me
in a place deep inside...
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A place so deep that there could
be only one name for this butterfly.
If she lands I will call her "Soul". |
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©
-Jeff B.With wishes for peace and rest to all of the little butterflies
who were grabbed and possessed instead
of heralded and allowed to fly...
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