you just can’t hug a butterfly…
it wouldn’t understand
… just stay right there, quiet and still, as it flies nearer, blown here and there by the gentle breezes…
You can go ahead and wonder, why butterflies fly around… haven’t they already made it!?! They ain’t a worm no more! The ambition of the caterpillar, that much I get, I understand that I think… but the butterflies… they keep on living, they keep on fluttering around, there’s more of life to live… I see, I see…
Gently Gently… C H Spurgeon comes to mind…
When a candle is newly lighted and needs to be moved, it must be carried at a slow pace or it will be extinguished. A fire which is almost expiring may be revived by a gentle breath, but it will be blown out if the bellows are plied at their full force. You can drown a little plant by watering it too much, and destroy a lovely flower by exposing it to too much sun.
Gently Gently, C H Spurgeon
Running Down Vimy 