It happened long ago and yet the memory lingers…the day a butterfly stopped to rest upon their daughter’s finger.
Somehow that butterfly sensed landing on that finger extended out…it was the perfect place to take a break…and she had nothing to worry about.
They have often wondered what made this butterfly decide, once their daughter’s finger she inspected…that in their daughter’s care she’d be safe…she’d be protected.
Was it the gentleness of their daughter’s touch or the smile upon her face that led that butterfly to believe there was no danger in that space?
That butterfly who, as everybody knows, was an insect fluttering wild…could she have somehow sensed the acceptance and the innocence in the child?
Is it possible she landed upon their daughter’s finger knowing she wouldn’t be caught?
Which made them wonder at the time if butterflies are more perceptive than they thought.
As they watched their daughter…from that innocent child grow…butterflies kept landing on her…because, they imagined, butterflies somehow know.
Perhaps butterflies possess an innate talent…one nature has always known…the ability to sense the kindness, the acceptance, the safety and the innocence…even when the child’s grown.
Which leads a person to wonder…
if the best way to choose our politicians…
would be to make everyone of them stand…
inside a butterfly garden
and see upon which ones the butterflies land.
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