A Little Butterfly

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!