Erractic Flight

I love butterflies.

I think they are among

The most beautiful

And wondrous

Of all God’s creatures.

When it comes time to migrate,

Monarchs head south,

Following their built-in

Flight plan.

I find it hard to believe

These delicate creatures

Travel thousands of miles.

I watch them

In the summer,

Flitting from flower to flower.

This way.

That way.

With no apparent pattern.

And yet,

When the air turns cool,

They somehow know

When and where

To go.

At the right time,

They arrive safely

At their destination.


The same will be true of me.

For now,

I flit from place to place.

Some places are glorious,

Rich with nourishment.


Turn out to be

Fields of fake flowers,

Brilliantly coloured,

But without substance.

Such is this life.

However, one day,

It will be time

To take my Final Flight.

I will successfully

Travel farther

Than ever before.

I will arrive at a destination

Unlike any I’ve ever imagined.

My erratic flight

Will be over.

And I will be Home.

But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved—and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus…(Ephesians 2:4-6, ESV).


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