A Shadow’s Dance

Resting sheltered under the canopy of a grand old sycamore tree, some beautiful imagery floats overhead, into mind and spirit…

There is a western tiger swallowtail fluttering about high above in the tree’s canopy. I cannot spy the butterfly directly from where I am sitting, but I can see Her shadow dancing around on the earths floor.

This is similar to how I experience our wondrously divined universe with Her many treasures and secrets. Answers to the great mysteries dance around our lives daily, revealing themselves for us to see as surely as I see the butterfly’s shadow.

Little gifts, revealed almost everywhere, often in the amazing manifestations of nature, are bright and telling Wings of Faith, evening in the darkness for those who have eyes to see….

Truth has been shown to me little by little over my lifetime, each insight, just a shadowed glimpse of bright fluttering wings…

Even thought I have not seen the graceful butterfly with my own eyes, I know She is there.