Reflecting on Flies (continued)

The two flies returned to the window, guided by the breeze.

The third fly had returned as well.  It seems, he had seen everything under the fluorescent lights and realized there was nothing new.

The three flies sat on the window, two on one side, one on the other.  Together, yet apart. 

Then something curious happened.  One of the two began to lead number three.  Together they walked, on different sides of the glass. 

Number three fell.

And his guide patiently flew down and began walking with him once again.

It happened more then once.

I glanced at the other fly.  He was sitting on the window.  As free as he was, he sat on the outside looking in.

Behind him the sun was shining.  Behind him life was bright and rich.  But he gazed longingly through the glass.

I turned back to see fly number three crawling through a narrow crack that led to the outside.  His guide patiently awaited him.  He emerged into the bright world and quickly flew to the fly that sat looking in. 

The three flew off together, guided by a gentle breeze.

Community.  We must guide those that are lost.  We must encourage those that are distracted.  We must fly together - no longer in bondage, but guided by a 'gentle breeze'.