Normally, September days have bright skies and sunshine as with Indian Summer. This particular day was a marvelous setting for the summer's ending. It's also a season of butterflies. The bride sat by the morning window as a beautiful Monarch butterfly took several tries at trying to enter through her window panes. She noticed; and it perplexed her why the gentle winged creature was so persistant to come inside. She thought perhaps it's a reflecton on the glass and it had become confused there was another butterfly there to keep its company. She watched its dobbling in and out then going back and forth. Sometimes its flying straight into the pane troubled her it would become injured; and other times just tiresome it flew continually back and forth. "What are you doing butterfly?" she said. However, the inside nature of butterflies no one is truly certain of their motivations of doing what they do, it's just a perculiar innocence they often display. "A lovely creature such as you shouldn't be looking through windows.".. she added and thought she would give to aid it's purpose. After almost an half hour; the butterfly moved along. The bride sat at least another hour writing joyful notes to her Lover God. She wanted to send post cards with Love Notes and other projects of writings kept her on the love she was deeply feeling.. She read scriptures which she gave with meditations that means love; and in her thanks she had tears to well up in her eyes.
When it was time to go outside, she needed to stop by stores for supplies and she wore a dazzling white shirt that shined with a glow of illumnation. The sun made it looked even whiter. As she finished her shopping she stood in the bright sun for a few seconds when suddenly.....another butterfly came by brown and white in color and landed directly on her white shirt. "Oh!, well look at you!" she exclamied. She smiled with admiration. "Why, isn't that amazing!" That's when she concluded, that the other Monarch was after her, or her dazzled shirt as well. At least it might of made a little sense in terms of a butterfly's ways. A man passed by her and she pointed and told him about the butterfly that remained still as it perched on her. Call it conincidental, but the man said...."That means love.. you must show love." The man went his way; but she waited until the butterfly decided to depart before she continued on her way. It was an adventure . .. She thought of the love she feels all the time. She often feels like a butterfly, that passes also waiting to enter in her Lord's window. Just to show love. . Butterflies have their own ways. . .and they know and show love. "Master, My Love; I look foward to the day of landing in your kingdom and admiring your glorious white shirt. ." "I will be wearing a garment of white. . ."
