August 20, 2015


The butterfly looks free flittering around the summer flowers.  
Yet, she is called to trek the continents constantly pushed by winds and rain
 to seek sustenance on a hope and a prayer.  
Does she know she can fly as she inches along as a lowly caterpillar?  
What insists she creates her cocoon and evolves? 
 It is not freedom; it is engagement, a promise of security for the future.

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