God's Image. Life

By Enlillie

Summer 2024,

I was sitting out back reading the Book of Joshua

When I noticed a large majestic Monarch Butterfly, fluttering around chaotically.

It flapped wildly, travelled a foot or two,

Then land again, then try to fly again.

Fluttering wildly,

Then dropped back to the ground.

There in the grass it sat.

She allowed me to get very close to it, to take a picture, 

And noticed it was missing most of a wing.

Obviously snapped right off.

I cried. Omg, Just so wrong.

How can a monarch butterfly live with no wing??!

It’s what they do!

It’s how they shine as pure beauty;

Life in its glory… 

Pure freedom.

My brother came out of the house as i was taking its photo.

I told him it was missing a wing and couldn’t fly.

Abruptly my brother walked up to it,

Stomped on it with his army boot, and ground it down into the grass.

Then he left.

I cried, really kind of hard, for a while,

My heart broke at the loss of this lost majesty:

The death of something holy.

Suddenly i saw another little butterfly who circled the yard,

Pure and free.

I admired it,

Taking a needed break from my tearful reading.

The next day again i was reading in the shade.

I couldn’t help but look at where my brother

had performed his mercy killing.

I stopped reading, set down my book, and approached the spot looking carefully;

Until i saw a little black, orange and white spotted ball,

In the mud.

I said a prayer and picked it up carefully,

And with honor,

To return its dignity.

I placed her in a dark nook, a peaceful place;

In the flower garden;

Behind the verbena.

It was then I wished her soul free,

Free to fly again.

Then i sat and picked up my book, and no joke, almost immediately,

The same little orange, black and white butterfly that I admired the day before,

Started flying around the yard.

He came closer, 

Circled me,

And landed on my leg,

Where it sat for a while, 

And luckily, i caught a picture.

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The next year…

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This past Spring, April 2025,

I remembered her, and prayed for her,

Then i heard God’s voice, answering my prayer.

He told me that the pretty little butterfly who landed on my leg,

Was a gift from the Spirit of the Monarch,

Who fluttered home.

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God sees. He listens. 

He laughs! He loves. 🥰

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