The Macroevolution Of Our Love
SHE has always been elusive to me. In many ways, she has been that butterfly which never allows itself to be caught. She evolved this way. She has always been close to me, but always out of reach. As she floats beyond my conception, I am lost, in the middle of the maze, dazed at unbelief. Anxious with impatience, impervious to my humanity. Although I stand on confidence’s peak, she still remains outside of reach. I’ve read about her and studied her patterns. She remains the object that I seek. One decade turns to two in my pursuit. The most renown scientist and lepidopterist say she is extinct. They discourage me and say my efforts are futile and my pursuit is folly. My exertion humbles me, and I lay down oblivious of my proximity to her. I close my eyes content with my incompetence to catch this unthinking animal.
Then, in the oddest way, the butterfly lands on me. So it is that I was reminded of the axiom of life which states, “Some things cannot be forced, rather they must unfold.” This woman I’ve yearned for since the age of reason has entered my life with a tender breeze. Carried by omnipotence she has found me. For so long she was merely an idea, an abstract fantasy. Through faith, I patiently waited for thee. Now that she is upon me, I watch timidly, cautious that I would disturb her newfound home. In this moment, I selah, as my emotions and thoughts hurricane within me. Now that I have her, my only concern is her safety— the preservation of a species. So I use all my wisdom and strength and time to figure out how to protect thee. My precious butterfly, in the meadow of life she is the only one I see. Should I cage her or let her be?
My lover has taught me, the macroevolution of our love— the hunter has become the hunted. I have evolved to see more deeply and realistically. Every day and night I perfume with her favorite scent, waiting to be consumed by she. Therefore, it is safe to say that although there are as many people as there are blades of grass, only one soul is a match. This takes faith to believe, but also faith to patiently wait to meet that person. Satan, our enemy, manipulates us into impulsive, thoughtless decisions and often, we become one with the wrong person. A tragedy this is. If we acquire this understanding, prior to the manifestation of our meeting, then we win because that understanding is used to patiently engage with this person. For what sense does it make to catch the butterfly and not keep it? I mean keep it alive, not taxidermic preservation. Only the patience of love allows us to notice the aforementioned.
“Again and again, men have found that they will do gladly, for someone for whom their love is vast, what no power in heaven or hell could make them do if they did not love. Where love is great, we do for the beloved things which would be completely revolting if love were not.”
