Do we know how strong the Butterfly is, if we haven’t felt the windstorm from its fluttering wings?
Or, do we know the faith of the Mantis, if we cannot hear him pray?
If trees can talk through leaves and roots, can we hear the words that are buried in a whispering cross?
From folklore and fairytales, fake news rules the day and the wilderness of my reasoning is bombarded by the unseen and unknown facts that form a labyrinth within my existence. Yet through it all, I believe.
Not only is He Risen: He walked amongst us to show the wounds on His hands. He has bared His tunic so that we could see His pierced side.
If we can believe all the untruths of politics, and the marketing ploys of business, surely this must be a story too far-fetched to ignore. If we can believe the lies of love and lovers then; why not, the truth that He lives?
Rest in the garden of creation until you feel the wind from a butterfly’s wings, listen until you hear the mantis pray, speak to the trees, for they listen with an attentive ear, and know that God is in His Heaven and the Lord is by your side. Feel, as the wind of the Spirit gently wafts through the golden grasses to tell you that He is near.
Be blessed because you believe!
