Metamorphosed

Breezes brush through the window caressingly, soft fanning wings powdering my skin; night's black velvet pricked only by the porch light's glow. Alone, I feel no fear. Gliding the dark, my twin has turned gossamer wings toward my tiny light- metamorphosed--a radiant night creature. I breathlessly await like culminating event, faith strengthened by this moth miracle of nature. Heaven's windows are always flung wide open; the porches blaze in one eternal, flaming light. Souls released from dull cocoon entrapments wing into endless day free of sin's blight. Life's thin film is splitting, revealing the heart; spirit wings unfurl, lift and upward start. Copyright, November 2, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson