Dispatches from Fr. Charitas

May 10, 2018

A lemon-yellow butterfly has come to visit me, sitting oh so properly on a bouquet of tiny, red flowers.  A trace of a breeze is stirring, and that stirring moves the branch ever so slightly so that the butterfly appears to slowly rocking back and forth in her rocking chair.  Now and then, in these quiet days of contemplation, when the quiet is all the more, these butterflies that visit seem to linger with me awhile.  They do not say much,  these butterflies, but they make me smile.  And they listen well to the thoughts within me.

I believe when I pause to linger with a butterfly like one gowned in lemon-yellow taffeta, a stillness comes upon me … and soon a gentle peace does follow.

When I was a child, I was fascinated with butterflies.  Then I grew and became busy and ambitious and I barely even saw them, let alone taking time to converse with them.  But now that I am an old, not concerned about being busy and no longer striving in my ambition … the butterflies come and visit.  And with no need for words, we enjoy being with each other.

Always in His Service,

Fr. Charitas de la Cruz