Rushing to an appointment
“The Lord is my shepherd”
Pushing anxiety out of the forefront of my mind
Focused on my own agenda
That’s when I saw her.
Bright green against the asphalt surface
Still and vibrant
She called out to me in a language older than time
“green” “cocoon” “catepillar” “hope” “butterfly-to-be”
Words and images rushed through my mind
I felt my feet stop more than I willed the choice
Eyes focused down
Mind registered – “Save her.”
At first, I considered using my hands
Then “how much pressure is too much pressure” stopped me
Eyes scanned the surrounding
Old wooden stick?
@ that moment my fears of bugs fled
Concerns about missing my bus faded.
As I gently touched a decaying branch to her plump green form
She clung to it willingly one suction pad at a time (hmmm I think she has suction pads)
Uncertain whether a bush was an optimal environment
But certain she would at least be able to hide from scavenging birds
I slowly set the stick down in a verdant bush
I watched her ease her way onto a leaf, and my mind/body/soul smiled for the first time today
A brief “farewell” and turned and saw my MTA chariot approaching the corner across the street
As i made my way to the bus station, I felt joy, love and peace sweep through me
Who gave who a gift of life?