For many years you
were chained by your fears
And with tears of
pain and cares of shame
You wove into your
womb
To await a change
from his empty tomb
There his eyes watch
this
Great mystery of
metamorphosis
From the old to new
life
Formed in the
likeness of Christ
And I think the time
is soon
For you to climb from
your cocoon
To steal the wind
with your wings
And feel the freedom
as summer sings
The joyful reminders
that new life has begun
So with a quiet hush
with grace and power
Spread your wings
And brush a kiss on
the face of a flower
Fly little butterfly,
fly with the wind
Soar on your wings
For he has chosen you
to win
Fly little butterfly,
fly with the wind
And grace his fields
with love
I am not quite sure the exact details of why I wrote this poem. Perhaps I viewed myself or others as a butterfly emerging from his/her cocoon and ready to grace this world with the Father's love. Anyway, enjoy!
