I was surrounded by your beauty,
A mix of graceful fluttering and collective rest,
For a brief moment I desperately grasped.
And you reminded me of a higher plan;
A written script that you follow across miles of land
Until you arrive at a home you neve knew,
But still know is meant for you.
I feel the mystery of your migration.
I stand in awe at the inspiration of your passage,
An unwavering movement
Toward where you were always meant to reach.
And yet, I struggle to find a purpose
In the winding paths I’ve pushed and stumbled
Through weeds and thorns to follow.
I see the purpose in the smallest butterfly
So why can’t I sense an ultimate meaning
Waiting here for me?
—Written by Sandy Heights