“It takes lot of butterflies to make a world full of flowers” ― Trina Paulus
I saw these on the morning of January 13 in a public lot near our home. Midwinter hope!
I stopped my car to look more closely. I could have kept company with those flowers for hours.
St Thomas Aquinas defines contemplation as a “simple gaze on truth.” I could have simply gazed, remaining to receive their selfless gift of beauty, the splendor of truth. To not seemed a reckless waste of sheer gratuity. The butterflies are away right now.
But I had to get to work.
Glimpses of beauty are fleeting in this life. I hope to see them again in the new creation, where, in hope, I will be free to pass time away, along with the butterflies. There in the re-creation, where all sacraments will have passed over into what they signify, what are now only rumors of divine glory will then blaze.
It is the Holy Spirit who makes us find joy in each flower, the exquisite scent, the delicate color, the beauty of the Most High in the tiniest of things. Glory and honor to the Spirit, the Giver of Life, who covers the fields with their carpet of flowers, crowns the harvest with gold, and gives to us the joy of gazing at it with our eyes. O be joyful and sing to Him: Alleluia! — From the Orthodox Akathist: “Glory to God for All Things”