Metamorphosis A Poem About Butterflies and God's Grace
Inching along the earth
crunching, munching on misfortune
until pain wrapped itself like a cocoon -
a castle outside the rooms of a hardened heart.
Drowning, surely dying in the dark.
Only to emerge from the womb
reborn from a tomb of self-inflicted wounds
transformed by the Divine spark.
With wings of vibrant color
carrying the evidence of change
arrayed like a roadmap
dotted with places been
and places going.
Flapping with the wings of grace
embraced by the breeze of blessing
a chrysalis replaced,
made anew by the Spirit's pressing.