Butterfly

Sleek beautiful wings gently flutter through the air,
Flower to flower she flies.
Home is where her feet are,
And her feet are never there for long.
Permanence is a gift bestowed on others.
She is flighty and inconsistent.
Her head finds no pillow to rest on.
She is a butterfly,
The breeze is her bed.
Strong winds blow,
Icy rain falls on her tiny body.
Her wings torn and tired,
Her heart desperate for rest,
For a pillow of petals to lay her head on.
She longs to escape the breeze.
Yet she is a wanderer,
It is what she was made for.
Permanence, consistency,
These are gifts for others.
She knows them not.

Matthew 11:28 Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.