The other day, I was enjoying the sunshine and decided to close my eyes. As I sat
there and relaxed, I noticed numerous birds chirping around me. Immediately, I found
myself transported back in time to when I was a young boy. I recall how I would go to
bed in the summer when it was still light outside. I would lay there listening to the
birds chirp, while my window was open to let in some cool evening air.
When I finished eating, I just happened to look upward to see a beautiful Monarch butterfly floating slightly above me. Now, I had seen butterflies before, but something was strangely different with this one. Dancing on air, as if on a string, this graceful insect happily toyed with me. As I waved my Popsicle stick in the air like a swordsman, the butterfly swooped back and forth at me, enjoying every "swoosh" of our little game! As this went on for awhile, I could hardly believe how much fun it was to have this butterfly play with me and to see him dodge every swing of the stick. This insect became my quick friend.
Our garden was a good walk behind our house, and all sorts of weeds had taken over that season. While I struggled to push my way into the garden through the tall vegetation, I decided not to enter very deep. In a strange way, the weeds surrounded me and the butterfly like walls of a sanctuary. Kneeling down, with the injured creature still in the fireman's helmet, I placed it in front of me. I began crying out to God. To this day, I don't recall what I said; maybe, it wasn't even what I said. I just remember the child-like faith of a little boy who believed with his whole heart, incapable of doubting what his mother had told him to do. After awhile, my swollen, soaked eyes gazed upward to see it happen. The Monarch butterfly slowly and deliberately walked up onto the brim of the helmet, stretched forth his perfect wings and looked me in the eyes for maybe twenty seconds. Then, in a moment of triumph, he took flight, never to be seen by me, again.
Perhaps the release of guilt I felt inside, by knowing I had not destroyed the beautiful butterfly, meant the most to me that day. But now, while my thoughts retrace the events of forty-some years past, I wonder where that little boy went - a child who did not doubt, but knew the power of the unseen to make a fallen thing right. Like the Monarch butterfly, that little boy eventually disappeared. I'm still searching for him, even to this day.