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Out of the Corner of my Eye
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a little girl whose
eyes are filled with wonder. A butterfly
has come into her line of sight, yellow and light and just as pretty as it is
free. Free to move. Free to stop, wait, stay, caught by my vision
by not caught by this girl’s outstretched hands. How peaceful her movements. How carefree.
The sun glistening on its wings.
Kissed by nature. Unhindered by
the thoughts of others. Does the little
girl feel the lightness of this creature?
Or is she just captured by its beauty?
Does her heart soar to the heights she sees the butterfly reach? Or has something touched her life and caused
her to lose that lightness that a young heart should have. Oh, I pray it isn’t so. I pray someone has been in her life watching
over her, taking on the noble task to hold her life in high esteem until she is
ready to be able to take on the cares of this world. From out of the corner of my eye, I can’t discern
what all this girl has been through. But
I can see that for this small moment she joins the butterfly in its delightful
dance. And perhaps in this moment she is
reminded – as I am reminded – that hope is the thing with feathers that perches
on the soul.
Robin Norgren
6/18/18