Butterfly, butterfly from beyond
Your wings make me laugh with delight.
Out of nowhere
Gliding past
Your invitation too bright to ignore

It was nighttime when Nicodemus made his way to see Jesus. Why did he wait until it was dark to approach the Rabbi? As a Pharisee, I imagine he was most likely busy with tasks and commitments during the day, securely locked into his position both figuratively and literally, with little room to move around, let alone explore.

When my spirit feels flat like the desert, dry and dusty, I find myself asking questions and sometimes, when the energy is there, calling out to God - when will you part the sea? Or, if the sea parting is too much, what about just a little stream of water from a hard rock?