Butterflies & Blessings

There I sat looking at the  butterfly , while it flapped around the garden settling on flowers of  random hues and  colors. Here was a magnificent creature filled with color and yet it searched for color elsewhere and I was reminded of this story I had read.

One fine evening in our world not so long ago God was resting, sitting, watching some children at play in a village. The children laughed and sang, yet as he watched them, His heart was sad. He was thinking: These children will grow old.He thought of how their skin would  wrinkle, hair  turn gray and youth would all be lost. He looked in the horizon and saw the  approaching winter and realized the  rustles of dry leaves beneath his  feet.  Yet he  felt something about the  spirit the warmth of the Sunlight, the gentle wind , the song birds and the colors of the  rainbow.  He had decided to do something for the children to look at and enjoy and he gathered his  ingredients , a little  sunlight patches, yellow  leaves of  fall, the colors of  flowers, and songs of the birds.

All these he put into his bag and gave it to the children and out came  the butterflies.

The butterflies began to sing, and children listened smiling.But then a songbird came flying, settling on the Gods shoulder, scolding him, saying” Its not right to give our songs to these new pretty things.You told us when you made us that every bird would have his own song. And now you’ve passed them all around. Isn’t it enough that you gave your new playthings the colors of the rainbow?”

“You’re right”, said the God. I made one song for each bird, and I shouldn’t have taken what belongs to you.

So the Creator took the songs away from the butterflies, and that’s why they are silent.

Why the Silence ? It was Gods way of  ensuring that the butterfly did not take itself too seriously . But butterflies represent an important aspect for humans. They are supposed to  have the ability to transport human souls. They also represent an internal struggle one must endure to achieve greatness but I think most importantly they teach us about blessings. Each of us are blessed in our  own sweet way, yet we hardly ever thank ourselves of the existence of the blessings.

Like someone once said “A Good Memory is one that can remember the days blessings and forget the days troubles”

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