Distracted

Walking on a path through the woods,
Eyes focused on the trail of macadam
Before me. Mind fixed on the gold ring.
Butterfly! Eyes divert and feet follow.
Row upon row of towering pillars,
Deep into colonnade of Oak and Elm.
Where was I going?
Oh, Yes! Now, I remember.
The Path!
Trudge over rocks and fallen bole,
How far from grabbing the prize!
All for the fleeting beauty of a butterfly.

I wrote this little verse that pretty much describes my own life.
I am easily distracted from the path that I’m called to follow.
Something as lovely, yet fleeting, as a butterfly or a person or another project can so easily draw me away from that path. Until I look around and find that I’ve completely lost my way. Then comes the struggle to get back to that path. So much time. So much energy spent. And, for what? Chasing the uncatchable? What am I gonna do with a butterfly, anyway?