A shoot of grass, leisurely swaying in the Limpopo wind.
Have you heard about the story of the twin butterflies? One flapped his wings and brought rains, floods, suffering and death. The other flapped his wings and brought rains, the end of a drought, relief and life. Not an exceptionally long story, I know!
Most of us have heard about the butterfly effect: the thought that a seemingly insignificant action can set into motion a series of events that affect the grander scheme of things. Now think of us as butterflies, and that we can in some small measure control the beating of our wings. Sure, we don’t know the eventual outcome some of our words or actions may have, but we can control the direction of our flapping, and most importantly, we can seed those breezes with optimism or pessimism.
We may seem like a single shoot of grass in a cacophony of opinions, but it is possible that one of our seeds may eventually land on fertile ground that can eventually make a difference in the lives of one, or many. We should not underestimate the power of the tongue, or underestimate the power of a single voice.
Will you beat your wings in compassion and feed?
Or beat your wings in wrath and murder?