" "Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind" "Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time." "Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind" "Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time." "Give me, amid the confusion of the day, the calmness of the everlasting hills." "Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music of the singing streams that live in my memory. Help me to know the magical, restoring power of sleep." "Teach me the art of taking minute vacations - of slowing down to look at a flower, to chat with a friend, to pat a dog, to read a few lines from a good book." "Slow me down, Lord, and inspire me to send my roots deep into the soil of life's enduring values that I may grow toward the stars of my greater destiny." In the same beautiful handwriting as the address on the envelope there was a short note at the end of the peom which read: "for the 'minute' vacation,.....THANK YOU!" "for expectations of things yet to come,.....THANK YOU!" "But most of all, I humbly THANK YOU for being MY MASTER!" //s// "THE BUTTERFLY" Paul gazed at the poem and the note and read it over and over. "so it begins," he thought to himself,......"the 'Lady' has class, and then some." And, indeed, as it turned out, "THE BUTTERFLY", Slave Linda, DID have class even in the worst of surroundings and situations...... .....and perhaps, in retrospect, that may have been somewhat of an UNDERSTATEMENT, from Paul's viewpoint, when it was all over and Linda, beautiful Slave Linda, THE BUTTERFLY, was gone. |