Butterflies

I have noticed a lot of butterflies lately. I saw one soaring high in the sky. I saw another sitting almost motionless on a flower. Another was struggling on the asphalt after an encounter with a car. It is an amazing thing about butterflies. They spend the beginning of their days crawling upon the earth in the fashion of a lowly worm. Then they wrap themselves up and appear to sleep. When they awaken, they fly forth with beautiful, delicate wings. They flit from flower to flower drinking sweet nectar. Some travel for hundreds of miles to gather in a remote place to assure the existence of the next generation. Yet even after their glorious transformation their days are numbered and they will be gone, never to be seen again unless their wings happen to become a trophy in some collector’s glass case. We are similar to the butterfly. We…