Butterfly Wishes

Was it better walled in comfort’s womb?
Wrapped so warmly there, a hopeful tomb?

Waiting, workless, fed by unseen hands,
Placed so timely by the Master’s plans.

Moses’ desert bush by flaming words,
Set his heart aglow, for he had heard.

Jacob’s wrestling angel in his night,
Timely set his soul to promise’ flight.

Job confused by paradox’s pain did sigh,
Accuser’s friends of comfort wondered why.

Righteous pawn of God’s omniscient plan,
Rose again a broken, honest man.

Or was caterpillar’s time on wonder’s stage,
Held and loved by children – with no cage,

Better than the painful process plan,
Masterminded by the Maker’s hand?

Yours the choice to stay just where you are,
Caterpillar dazed, caught in a jar;

Or confined to hope’s now dark cocoon,
Trusting that your time is coming soon.

Die caterpillar…
Sigh cocoon…
Fly wondrous wings!


Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. Romans 12:2; Authored 3/19/2003; Edited 2015

(edited 6/30/2016)

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