Peace, Like a Butterfly —Awakening
Poem ~ B
What would you do
to make a butterfly feel safe in your palm?
You would soften your hands.
Lower your voice.
Slow your breathing.
You would become gentle enough
for something fragile to trust you.
Now imagine loving the whole world like that.
Especially yourself.
Because you, too,
are a delicate thing.
Not weak…
just human.
Human in the way flowers still bloom after storms.
Human in the way oceans still kiss broken shores
even after being torn apart by the wind.
Some of us spend our whole lives
handling ourselves too roughly.
Speaking to our souls like enemies.
Dragging our hearts through memories
that were never meant to become permanent homes.
But peace…
peace was never hiding from you.
It was waiting.
Waiting beneath the noise.
Beneath the fear.
Beneath the voices that taught you survival
instead of teaching you Love.
maybe that’s why God places beauty everywhere.
In flowers.
In sunsets.
In rain falling softly against a windowpane.
In the way a child laughs without fear.
In the way a stranger smiles at you
right when your soul needed reminding
that kindness still exists.
Because Heaven has always whispered through creation.
Think about a flower for a moment…
Most people walk past it.
Some step on it.
Some never notice it at all.
But then there are those souls
who stop…
pick it up gently…
feel every velvet petal between their fingertips…
inhale the fragrance like it carries memories from another life…
and stare in awe at the colors
God painted into existence
without ever asking the flower to prove its worth first.
That flower never begged to be beautiful.
It simply became
what it was created to be.
maybe you should too.
Maybe healing begins
the moment you stop trying to become lovable
and finally realize
you already were.
Somewhere along the way,
many of us became wanderers outside our own hearts.
Standing in the cold
just outside the sanctuary within ourselves.
Shivering.
Searching.
Begging the world for warmth
while carrying a fire inside us the entire time…
And maybe that is where peace begins—
the moment we finally decide
to come home to ourselves.