The Perfect Metamorphosis
The Perfect Metamorphosis
Tucked away gently inside a cocoon
Lies the ugliest of creatures
A creepy caterpillar
His antennae erect
And his pincers gesticulating
Pondering what a gruesome existence he shall have
What of this caterpillar you must ask
What’s the big deal if he stays in or comes out
For what does his existence really have to do with me
He sits alone in his cocoon
Awaiting patiently
Alas he comes!
Breaking thru life’s shell
Alas he comes!
Unlike any other
Unimaginable beauty
Unimaginable joy
The star of the show at the end of a twig
Come fly away with me now
Whispers his Creator
Come fly away now to gentle resting meadows
I created you for my purpose and now I want to enjoy you
I created you for my purpose so go take off purposefully
Go fly away now!
Gwendolen Rix
7-30-14
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event
under heaven--A time to give birth and a time to die; A time to plant and a
time to uproot what is planted.…
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